RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the Cure sing Spiderman (and the spiderman is always hungry)
---feeling totally confused/lost/scared/angry/disillusioned/pessimistic (good times)
I was talking to my friend Kevin online. We haven't talked too much recently because of the whole going to different schools thing, but we are still great friends. We think so much alike. We have now decided to join a convent and swear off any kind of committed relationship type thing for good. We will just be monks and sit in the meditation position and close our eyes and hum. Or tend the giant sand and rock garden like in that third karate kid movie. Maybe I'll even learn to catch flies in chopsticks...but of course I would have to let them go because of my newly obtained passivist lifestyle. Relationships just get so incredibly confusing. We came to the realization that nobody ever reaches maturity when it comes to a romantic relationship, nobody ever really knows what is going on. Unless I am wrong and somebody has been hiding the manual to the dating and girls from me. If that be the case I will gladly pay any amount to obtain this sacred text.
So my day yesterday (and partly today) just goes from bad to worse. I e-mail the school to get my editing time, but some idiot over there decides that I don't know if I really want an editing room or not so he decides to e-mail me back and ask me if I knew what I needed. No, of course not, I just wrote them because I felt like writing someone and asking for an editing room just seemed like a good thing to ask. OF COURSE I NEEDED A ROOM IF I ASKED FOR ONE!!! Arg....so I don't get my time because of that. So I write in again and they finally give me some time to edit...12:00am to 3:00am. Greeeat. So I then proceed to have one of the worst phone conversations of my life, which of course takes my mind completely off of what I needed it to be focused on....getting my movie done so I don't get kicked out of school. I go to edit, not even in the mood anymore, and do my thing till 4:30am or so. I have multiple problems, as always...plus it is REALLY REALLY cold. Like, I couldn't type the names of the actors for my credits because my fingers were too cold. Yes I am wearing only jeans and a thin t-shirt, but....so. I then walk back to the dorms with my teeth unintentionally chattering (and I like cold weather, but not this cold) and my lungs hurting from the cold. I am not tired (for some reason) but I get in bed anyway. Then I go to class this moring and find that my class was cancelled...the one where this movie was due. Totally pissed off because I didn't have to spend all night there, I storm out. About 10 steps from the dorm I realize that my video is still sitting in the now un-used classroom. So I go back and get it. Then just to top it off at lunch the girl in front of me gets the last garden burger. Sigh~oh well. What can you do.
It will be nice to see my family again. I don't get to see them too often and....well...I'm not homesick, but I do realize how much they mean to me. I find myself bragging about my sister and how good of a dancer she is, or my brother and how good of an actor he is, or the like. And I get to see my friends...yay. I haven't seen lots of them for more than an hour or so in many many months. I enjoy Thanksgiving, it's a good time for the most part.
I feel bad, we ordered pizza and ate it all just as Aaron came walking in saying, "I want pizza!" Through the mouthful of crust I mumbled, "Whught peezugh?" Ok, I think he caught me.
So I had this dream last night. I don't really remember it. All I remember is that I wasn't wearing a shirt. I was doing something, wearing all my normal clothes, just not a shirt. Riiight. Maybe I need to stop eating ice cream right before bed. Wait...I didn't have ice cream last night. I barely slept last night. Ok, maybe I should have normal sleeping hours again. Ha...like that will happen as long as I am in college. College teaches you three things: 1-how to procrastinate 2-how to gain terrible eating habits 3-how to become an insomniac (and we pay HOW much for this?)
RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY: Frito brand corn chips are flammable. They don't just turn black and smoke, they actually light on fire.
RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY WARNING: It just plain reeks.
I'm gonna go now. I might take a shower or something. I need to wash the salt out of my hair. Why do I have salt in my hair? Ask Aaron, maybe he can explain why he tipped the salt shaker over my head and shook it. Other than that, I just have to pack to go home. Good times indeed. I'll try and update over the break (if the chemicals in the turkey don't make me pass out). Happy Thankgiving. Bye for now.
Monday, November 19, 2001
Sunday, November 18, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to something by Marvelous 3
---feeling FANTASTIC!!!!!!!! (wow, haven' t been able to say that in a long time)
Goodness, I haven't updtated in a long time. I have way too much to talk about (if I don't forget it all by the time I finish this sentence). I'll try and give an account for the last couple days and we'll see what kind of fun we can have.
So I finally got my mail. No, it's not from someone I know...it's even better. I got my Adbusters Magazine and it rocks...like always. I just love it. Go there...read. Mmm. I also got my movie I ordered from Amazon, La Cite Des Enfants Perdus, or in english: The City of Lost Children...this movie is great. See it. I'm not sure how, I guess you can try and find it to rent. But see it. Then I decided to go to my brother's place to go to a club. I left a little late, but I thought I would be fine. I-5 was fine...I got to 101 in record time. But then I tried to enter 101 and all hell broke loose. There was some kind of traffic problem that slowed the speed of traffic from 70mph to just a little faster than that little old lady you are behind driving in a one lane road when you are in a huge hurry. I finally got there with no road rage occurances (luckily) and all was well. Chad (my brother), Jamie (his friend, who is a guy, though his name is Jamie), and me (you know me) went to some club to dance. I don't even know the name of the place, but it was loads of fun. It's kind of weird for me to dance with people I don't know. You suddenly find yourself dancing with some random person, so you of course need to introduced yourself, which goes something like this:
me: "HI...I'M GRANT!"
girl: "BRANT?"
me: "NO...GRANT."
girl: "BRENT?"
me: "NO...GRAAANT."
Not like it even really matters. I will never see these people again, and they won't remember my name in all of five minutes. But hey, it's still fun to scream at the top of your lungs and feel like you are barely whispering. And the music just plain rocked. They were blasting remixes of the Cure, Morrissey, Depeche Mode, etc... The place closed and we all had to go home. So after I got back to Chad's place, I pulled out his friend Ky's bongos to play them. So at 4:00am or so we were blasting techno and banging on bongos (probably to the dismay of the neighbors....oh well). Then I got to sleep...on the hard wood floor. One more I have been able to reconfirm my beliefs that sleeping on hard wood is not comfotable. So I "slept" for a while till it was time for lunch. We all went to this place called the Griddle that has some GREAT food. We sat down at the bar and I no longer wanted my tasteless gum, so I did what any normal person would do and put it in my napkin. Then the waiter did something not any normal waiter would do and he gave me a new napkin and slid my previously gum contaminated napkin over to the spot next to me...unbeknownst to me. Halfway through eating I looked over and saw the little bulge in the napkin the the man who was eating next to me. Ok, that's gross...but it's not my fault, I swear. So after we were bugged by this guy was screaming, "Join my fan club!!!" He was trying to sell t-shirts with his name and face on it. I had to go home later and decided to take a detour to get gas...bad idea. I, the king of misdirection, got lost in LA trying to find 101. Only problem, they purposefully try and confuse you, I swear. There were signs that said "101" with an arrow to the right, those signs meant turn right on this next street if you want to get to 101. Then there were signs that said "101" with an aarow to the right, and those signs meant to stay in the right lane if you want to get to 101. You might have noticed that those two descriptions of the signs were identical....because the signs were, they just meant different things. Stupid Los Angeles. Now I'm back, and uh...yeah...that's about it.
Hehe, I was in the bathroom and I hear my friend Chelsea say, "If I was a boy I would dress like Grant...well, no....nevermind." So I walk out to tell her she hurt my feelings by not wanting to dress like me and I notice that she is wearing green pants and a black t-shirt....just like me. We had a good laugh over it.
I need to go now. I have some stuff to do, then I have some more stuff to do, then even more stuff to do. Most of that stuff is actually just procrastinating and goofing off, but still....I have to do it. So I'll update later....if I feel like it. Bye.
---listening to something by Marvelous 3
---feeling FANTASTIC!!!!!!!! (wow, haven' t been able to say that in a long time)
Goodness, I haven't updtated in a long time. I have way too much to talk about (if I don't forget it all by the time I finish this sentence). I'll try and give an account for the last couple days and we'll see what kind of fun we can have.
So I finally got my mail. No, it's not from someone I know...it's even better. I got my Adbusters Magazine and it rocks...like always. I just love it. Go there...read. Mmm. I also got my movie I ordered from Amazon, La Cite Des Enfants Perdus, or in english: The City of Lost Children...this movie is great. See it. I'm not sure how, I guess you can try and find it to rent. But see it. Then I decided to go to my brother's place to go to a club. I left a little late, but I thought I would be fine. I-5 was fine...I got to 101 in record time. But then I tried to enter 101 and all hell broke loose. There was some kind of traffic problem that slowed the speed of traffic from 70mph to just a little faster than that little old lady you are behind driving in a one lane road when you are in a huge hurry. I finally got there with no road rage occurances (luckily) and all was well. Chad (my brother), Jamie (his friend, who is a guy, though his name is Jamie), and me (you know me) went to some club to dance. I don't even know the name of the place, but it was loads of fun. It's kind of weird for me to dance with people I don't know. You suddenly find yourself dancing with some random person, so you of course need to introduced yourself, which goes something like this:
me: "HI...I'M GRANT!"
girl: "BRANT?"
me: "NO...GRANT."
girl: "BRENT?"
me: "NO...GRAAANT."
Not like it even really matters. I will never see these people again, and they won't remember my name in all of five minutes. But hey, it's still fun to scream at the top of your lungs and feel like you are barely whispering. And the music just plain rocked. They were blasting remixes of the Cure, Morrissey, Depeche Mode, etc... The place closed and we all had to go home. So after I got back to Chad's place, I pulled out his friend Ky's bongos to play them. So at 4:00am or so we were blasting techno and banging on bongos (probably to the dismay of the neighbors....oh well). Then I got to sleep...on the hard wood floor. One more I have been able to reconfirm my beliefs that sleeping on hard wood is not comfotable. So I "slept" for a while till it was time for lunch. We all went to this place called the Griddle that has some GREAT food. We sat down at the bar and I no longer wanted my tasteless gum, so I did what any normal person would do and put it in my napkin. Then the waiter did something not any normal waiter would do and he gave me a new napkin and slid my previously gum contaminated napkin over to the spot next to me...unbeknownst to me. Halfway through eating I looked over and saw the little bulge in the napkin the the man who was eating next to me. Ok, that's gross...but it's not my fault, I swear. So after we were bugged by this guy was screaming, "Join my fan club!!!" He was trying to sell t-shirts with his name and face on it. I had to go home later and decided to take a detour to get gas...bad idea. I, the king of misdirection, got lost in LA trying to find 101. Only problem, they purposefully try and confuse you, I swear. There were signs that said "101" with an arrow to the right, those signs meant turn right on this next street if you want to get to 101. Then there were signs that said "101" with an aarow to the right, and those signs meant to stay in the right lane if you want to get to 101. You might have noticed that those two descriptions of the signs were identical....because the signs were, they just meant different things. Stupid Los Angeles. Now I'm back, and uh...yeah...that's about it.
Hehe, I was in the bathroom and I hear my friend Chelsea say, "If I was a boy I would dress like Grant...well, no....nevermind." So I walk out to tell her she hurt my feelings by not wanting to dress like me and I notice that she is wearing green pants and a black t-shirt....just like me. We had a good laugh over it.
I need to go now. I have some stuff to do, then I have some more stuff to do, then even more stuff to do. Most of that stuff is actually just procrastinating and goofing off, but still....I have to do it. So I'll update later....if I feel like it. Bye.
Thursday, November 15, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Dashboard Confessional sing Saints and Sailors (fantastic song...see below)
---feeling slightly stressed, in need of distraction
"This is where I say I've had enough //and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. //A walking open wound, //a trophy display of bruises //and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. //Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring //and I'm thinking awful things //and I'm prettysure that few would notice. //And this apartment//is starving for an argument. //Anything at all to break the silence. //Wandering the house //like I've never wanted out //and this is about as social as I get now. //And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you//'cause they//would never do, //I would never do. //So don't be a liar, //don't say that "everything's working" //when everything's broken. //And you smile//like a saint //but you curse like a sailor //and your eyes say the joke's on me." ___These guys have the best lyrics.
So the saga of adoption continues. It all started with the leftover breadstick that I couldn't eat. So, of course I wanted to be cheritable and let someone else have it. Therefore I did the only rationaly thing and duct taped it to the outside of our door with a sign saying, "Free Breadstick." I didn't really expect anyone to take it, but someone did. I suddenly had a very big feeling of loss. I guess I had grown attached to it. Later we found a sock in our room that did not belong to any of us....so we obviously wanted to find the owner. Once again we taped it to our door with a sign saying, "Whos Sock?" I didn't expect anyone to take it, but once again someone did. Once more I regretted it because I had a feeling of security knowing that the sock would be there when I got back from class. Today I found a nice piece of orange jello that looked lonely in the caffeteria so I took it home. We then proceeded to tape it to the door with a sign saying, "Free Jello." I guess tape and jello don't mix because it fell off at some point and then Ed stepped on it. This time I didn't have time to get attached...luckily...otherwise that orange spot on the carpet would forever remind me of my friend.
I guess Ed and I were bugging Aaron with the TV being on when we wanted to study. So he went in the closet. We didn't notice he was in there till we heard his muffled voice yell, "Can you turn the TV down?" Ed and I looked at eachother confused, but hey...it's Aaron. Why ask questions?
Speaking of Aaron. You don't need to go to his site till after Thanksgiving because he has imposed a "no internet usage" thingy upon himself until then....accept for e-mail. So everyone go to his site and e-mail him telling him that you will never go back there because he didn't update. Hehe, won't that be fun. Ok, so it won't...never mind.
Ok, so I was all happy to go and edit last night...but now I hate that system as much as Aaron hates it. It has been so nice to me before...no problems. But now it doesn't like me anymore. I spent a good hour and a half just getting set up and putting the video on the computer, but then it decided to shut down on me. Riiiight. Now is when Grant takes after Johnny the Homocidal Maniac and kills something. Luckily it started working and I got a little bit done. Lives were saved due to the technology gods smiling upon me. But it is going to take longer than I thought to edit this stupid project. Sigh~but it will get done...I swear.
Time to go. I get to have my car jumped and then I get to take it somewhere to get it fixed. I hate cars. I do. Maybe I'll walk everywhere from now on. Hehe, who am I kidding. I love speed. But yeah, I'm going to go now and get someone besides those complete morons at Pep Boys to fix my car up for me. !!Adios por ahora!!
---listening to Dashboard Confessional sing Saints and Sailors (fantastic song...see below)
---feeling slightly stressed, in need of distraction
"This is where I say I've had enough //and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. //A walking open wound, //a trophy display of bruises //and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. //Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring //and I'm thinking awful things //and I'm prettysure that few would notice. //And this apartment//is starving for an argument. //Anything at all to break the silence. //Wandering the house //like I've never wanted out //and this is about as social as I get now. //And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you//'cause they//would never do, //I would never do. //So don't be a liar, //don't say that "everything's working" //when everything's broken. //And you smile//like a saint //but you curse like a sailor //and your eyes say the joke's on me." ___These guys have the best lyrics.
So the saga of adoption continues. It all started with the leftover breadstick that I couldn't eat. So, of course I wanted to be cheritable and let someone else have it. Therefore I did the only rationaly thing and duct taped it to the outside of our door with a sign saying, "Free Breadstick." I didn't really expect anyone to take it, but someone did. I suddenly had a very big feeling of loss. I guess I had grown attached to it. Later we found a sock in our room that did not belong to any of us....so we obviously wanted to find the owner. Once again we taped it to our door with a sign saying, "Whos Sock?" I didn't expect anyone to take it, but once again someone did. Once more I regretted it because I had a feeling of security knowing that the sock would be there when I got back from class. Today I found a nice piece of orange jello that looked lonely in the caffeteria so I took it home. We then proceeded to tape it to the door with a sign saying, "Free Jello." I guess tape and jello don't mix because it fell off at some point and then Ed stepped on it. This time I didn't have time to get attached...luckily...otherwise that orange spot on the carpet would forever remind me of my friend.
I guess Ed and I were bugging Aaron with the TV being on when we wanted to study. So he went in the closet. We didn't notice he was in there till we heard his muffled voice yell, "Can you turn the TV down?" Ed and I looked at eachother confused, but hey...it's Aaron. Why ask questions?
Speaking of Aaron. You don't need to go to his site till after Thanksgiving because he has imposed a "no internet usage" thingy upon himself until then....accept for e-mail. So everyone go to his site and e-mail him telling him that you will never go back there because he didn't update. Hehe, won't that be fun. Ok, so it won't...never mind.
Ok, so I was all happy to go and edit last night...but now I hate that system as much as Aaron hates it. It has been so nice to me before...no problems. But now it doesn't like me anymore. I spent a good hour and a half just getting set up and putting the video on the computer, but then it decided to shut down on me. Riiiight. Now is when Grant takes after Johnny the Homocidal Maniac and kills something. Luckily it started working and I got a little bit done. Lives were saved due to the technology gods smiling upon me. But it is going to take longer than I thought to edit this stupid project. Sigh~but it will get done...I swear.
Time to go. I get to have my car jumped and then I get to take it somewhere to get it fixed. I hate cars. I do. Maybe I'll walk everywhere from now on. Hehe, who am I kidding. I love speed. But yeah, I'm going to go now and get someone besides those complete morons at Pep Boys to fix my car up for me. !!Adios por ahora!!
Wednesday, November 14, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Dashboard Confessional (yum) sing Swiss Army Romance (fantastic song, fantastic "band")
---feeling INVINCIBLE!!! (but I know I'm nothing near it)
It's nice to take a walk late at night here and see the stars (when there are not clouds). I have some of the best memories of my life spent looking at the stars. Laying on my back, trying to point to a certain star but not being able to because of the perspective. Eating fast food at 11:00 at night. The spotlight from the cop car. Dodging the sprinklers to get to the cement cylinder and feelings its warmth despite the cold of the nighttime air. Staying out as late as possible, hoping that our parents wouldn't mind. Standing on the deck of a boat with nobody else around, looking at the beautiful stars in the cool of the night. Good memories. Ones I will never forget.
So last night we get a phone call and Aaron answers but only hears a couple beeps. So he hangs up. This morning Ed gets a phone call and all he hears are just a few beeps. Hmm. I wonder what this is all about. Maybe it correlates with my music messages that I have been getting.
Famous people are everywhere in Hollywood. I was visiting my brother and we went out to eat and saw Stephen Baldwin (Usual Suspects). My brother has encountered and talked to Chris Rock (who was a TOTAL jerk), Baby Spice (hehehe), that kid Patrick Renna from The Sandlot, and just recently he was talking with Warren Zevon (who just plain kicks butt). I like meeting famous people. They don't seem to like meeting me though. But hey...I've only had three restraining orders put into action. They just like their privacy, that's all.
Speaking of the long arm of the law, I have a friend who now deserves the title fugitive. He somehow skipped out on a court date and now they are going to send him to the big house for 5 months. Ok, so he will probably get out of it...but if he doesn't then maybe he can make a name for himself in jail and have like a gang and stuff. That would be cool. But I guess staying in college is kind of cool too.
That Crazy Love will soon be out in...well...no theatres near you. I'm editing some of it tonight. I am actually looking forward to seeing how this piece cuts together, it might be somewhat ok. I'll see if I can post some pics from it on my page and show off my handy photography work. Maybe I'll even get a video clip up if it doesn't take up too much space. Wouldn't that be neat!
I have to go. This is a pretty pathetic update, but I'm a busy guy. I've got places to see and people to do. I'll put up some artwork soon (but it's crappy quality) and update my poetry page some more. I'm off. Bye for now!
---listening to Dashboard Confessional (yum) sing Swiss Army Romance (fantastic song, fantastic "band")
---feeling INVINCIBLE!!! (but I know I'm nothing near it)
It's nice to take a walk late at night here and see the stars (when there are not clouds). I have some of the best memories of my life spent looking at the stars. Laying on my back, trying to point to a certain star but not being able to because of the perspective. Eating fast food at 11:00 at night. The spotlight from the cop car. Dodging the sprinklers to get to the cement cylinder and feelings its warmth despite the cold of the nighttime air. Staying out as late as possible, hoping that our parents wouldn't mind. Standing on the deck of a boat with nobody else around, looking at the beautiful stars in the cool of the night. Good memories. Ones I will never forget.
So last night we get a phone call and Aaron answers but only hears a couple beeps. So he hangs up. This morning Ed gets a phone call and all he hears are just a few beeps. Hmm. I wonder what this is all about. Maybe it correlates with my music messages that I have been getting.
Famous people are everywhere in Hollywood. I was visiting my brother and we went out to eat and saw Stephen Baldwin (Usual Suspects). My brother has encountered and talked to Chris Rock (who was a TOTAL jerk), Baby Spice (hehehe), that kid Patrick Renna from The Sandlot, and just recently he was talking with Warren Zevon (who just plain kicks butt). I like meeting famous people. They don't seem to like meeting me though. But hey...I've only had three restraining orders put into action. They just like their privacy, that's all.
Speaking of the long arm of the law, I have a friend who now deserves the title fugitive. He somehow skipped out on a court date and now they are going to send him to the big house for 5 months. Ok, so he will probably get out of it...but if he doesn't then maybe he can make a name for himself in jail and have like a gang and stuff. That would be cool. But I guess staying in college is kind of cool too.
That Crazy Love will soon be out in...well...no theatres near you. I'm editing some of it tonight. I am actually looking forward to seeing how this piece cuts together, it might be somewhat ok. I'll see if I can post some pics from it on my page and show off my handy photography work. Maybe I'll even get a video clip up if it doesn't take up too much space. Wouldn't that be neat!
I have to go. This is a pretty pathetic update, but I'm a busy guy. I've got places to see and people to do. I'll put up some artwork soon (but it's crappy quality) and update my poetry page some more. I'm off. Bye for now!
Tuesday, November 13, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to The Cure (YAY) sing Lovesong
---feeling CRAZY!!!
WHOOOO!!! You ever do something that makes you feel like you are just totally smashed or high but you know you aren't? Try drinking half of a one liter coke, then pour in a whole Red Bull and then drink the rest. Wow. What a rush. And if I don't have a heart attack in the next few minutes from my heart beating at an extremely abnormal speed, it will be fun. Goodness, I can't concentrate on anything at the moment and when I turn my head I turn it REALLY quick, but not on purpose. My hands are shaking. Um...what's in that crap? I hope it doesn't make me sterile.
Alright, I have to make up for calling my roommate a woman. Aaron...you are not a woman in drag. At least I'm pretty sure. I don't really have any hard evidence...but I will assume that you are a guy. And to further make up for it, I will try and get you some more traffic...here you go, this should help: AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN,
Hope that makes up for it.
I just worked out. I am tired. I am sore. I don't really know why I do it. Maybe it's so I look REALLY SEXY. That must be it.
Right now Ed is pissed off because stoopid AOL won't let him edit his webpage, or for that matter even useing his computer seems to be a very difficult task. Yesterday he surprised me when he started screaming, "BASTARD COMPUTER." Aaron is pissed off because he has to respond to a ton of e-mail that he has put off for so long and he feels that it is more of a job than something fun. He however doesn't have trouble with his computer. Christina is pissed off because she has to go to piano practice. Her computer is also fine. And me? I'm doing pretty dang good (ok ok, so it's most likely because I am on a sugar/caffein high). Oh, yeah...and my computer STILL DOESN'T WORK. Stoopid virus.
So I watched Babe today. WARNING: If looking for a site on Babe, do not just type in "babe" in the search engine. It will NOT come up with what you are looking for. Goodness. That's actually a pretty good movie. Yeah, so....yeah.
I have to go. Too many people around to do webpage now. Maybe I'll update it later. Yeah...until then. Bye for now.
---listening to The Cure (YAY) sing Lovesong
---feeling CRAZY!!!
WHOOOO!!! You ever do something that makes you feel like you are just totally smashed or high but you know you aren't? Try drinking half of a one liter coke, then pour in a whole Red Bull and then drink the rest. Wow. What a rush. And if I don't have a heart attack in the next few minutes from my heart beating at an extremely abnormal speed, it will be fun. Goodness, I can't concentrate on anything at the moment and when I turn my head I turn it REALLY quick, but not on purpose. My hands are shaking. Um...what's in that crap? I hope it doesn't make me sterile.
Alright, I have to make up for calling my roommate a woman. Aaron...you are not a woman in drag. At least I'm pretty sure. I don't really have any hard evidence...but I will assume that you are a guy. And to further make up for it, I will try and get you some more traffic...here you go, this should help: AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN,
Hope that makes up for it.
I just worked out. I am tired. I am sore. I don't really know why I do it. Maybe it's so I look REALLY SEXY. That must be it.
Right now Ed is pissed off because stoopid AOL won't let him edit his webpage, or for that matter even useing his computer seems to be a very difficult task. Yesterday he surprised me when he started screaming, "BASTARD COMPUTER." Aaron is pissed off because he has to respond to a ton of e-mail that he has put off for so long and he feels that it is more of a job than something fun. He however doesn't have trouble with his computer. Christina is pissed off because she has to go to piano practice. Her computer is also fine. And me? I'm doing pretty dang good (ok ok, so it's most likely because I am on a sugar/caffein high). Oh, yeah...and my computer STILL DOESN'T WORK. Stoopid virus.
So I watched Babe today. WARNING: If looking for a site on Babe, do not just type in "babe" in the search engine. It will NOT come up with what you are looking for. Goodness. That's actually a pretty good movie. Yeah, so....yeah.
I have to go. Too many people around to do webpage now. Maybe I'll update it later. Yeah...until then. Bye for now.
Monday, November 12, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Marvelous 3 (I'm not linking to them anymore...sorry) sing Beautiful
---Feeling...er...I'm not too sure...I'm feeling interesting
***Things Grant has Learned at College:
---Use throw away dishes and silverware (that pile of cups and plates is getting bigger and bigger)
---Sleep...sleep is your friend...do not lose this friendship!
---Don't get your hopes up when going to check the mail (unless youre more liked than I am and actually GET mail)
---Procrastination...either don't do it or get really good at it (I am in the latter group)
---Eat. Ok, so this might not be a problem for you guys...but it is for me. Meal time just comes and goes and...oops, I didn't eat. Most people gain weight in college...not me...my pants don't fit too well anymore.
---If you are a film student...do 30 second films with one actor, and one location...otherwise...you WILL go crazy.
So today has been a really weird day. Let me explain. Everything just seems a little off, and unusual, and different. I went to check my mail this morning and opened my box. Now, my box is on the top row. This row is only completely accesible to people with a 7' stature. That is not me. So I open it and get ready to reach up and inside to see if I have any mail, and a letter comes sliding out towards me. My first thought, "AAHHH, MY MAIL IS ATTACKING ME!!!" Then I realized that someone was putting the mail in from the back and saw me and pushed the letter forward to help me get it. I think it would have been more exciting if my mail actually was attacking me. Then later someone knocked on my dorm door and Christina opened it and we saw no person...just an empty Hi-C jug sitting there. Ok, sure...why not. Then later someone came by and wanted to see our room because they were doing a tour or something. Of course the moms chided us on our messiness. I wanted to say, "You're not my mom...shuddup." But I didn't. Then I got an e-mail. Ok, so that's not too weird. But this e-mail was weird. A girl I kind of knew in high school e-mailed me just to see how things were. Funny thing is I was about to do the same, write her to see how things were, but we never really talked or were friends and have never exchanged e-mails before. So I am kind of scared to see what will happen next. Maybe I'll be attacked my a group of salmon weilding midgets.
I get to edit tonight!!! There's something very comforting about being in that little dark room with a computer and not having to think of anything but my movie. It's so relaxing. Ahh. I miss that. I think I will build a small editing bay in my dorm room. I'm sure my roommates won't mind if I deconstruct their bunkbed for wood for my editing bay. Then I just need to steal a computer from the school and I'm all set.
It's time to go. I need to listen to some music to get ready for editing...and then I need to read for pleasure. That is also relaxing. I am reading the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. GOOD BOOK. I want a cool name like J.R.R. Tolkien. I guess I could be Grant Isaac Melvin Paige. Then people would refer to me as GIMP. Cool. But yeah. Time to go now. I'll update more later. I'm an updating fiend. I've hung on longer than I thought I would with updating every day (ok, so nearly every day thanks to two days ago...grrrr). Catch ya later. Bye for now.
---listening to Marvelous 3 (I'm not linking to them anymore...sorry) sing Beautiful
---Feeling...er...I'm not too sure...I'm feeling interesting
***Things Grant has Learned at College:
---Use throw away dishes and silverware (that pile of cups and plates is getting bigger and bigger)
---Sleep...sleep is your friend...do not lose this friendship!
---Don't get your hopes up when going to check the mail (unless youre more liked than I am and actually GET mail)
---Procrastination...either don't do it or get really good at it (I am in the latter group)
---Eat. Ok, so this might not be a problem for you guys...but it is for me. Meal time just comes and goes and...oops, I didn't eat. Most people gain weight in college...not me...my pants don't fit too well anymore.
---If you are a film student...do 30 second films with one actor, and one location...otherwise...you WILL go crazy.
So today has been a really weird day. Let me explain. Everything just seems a little off, and unusual, and different. I went to check my mail this morning and opened my box. Now, my box is on the top row. This row is only completely accesible to people with a 7' stature. That is not me. So I open it and get ready to reach up and inside to see if I have any mail, and a letter comes sliding out towards me. My first thought, "AAHHH, MY MAIL IS ATTACKING ME!!!" Then I realized that someone was putting the mail in from the back and saw me and pushed the letter forward to help me get it. I think it would have been more exciting if my mail actually was attacking me. Then later someone knocked on my dorm door and Christina opened it and we saw no person...just an empty Hi-C jug sitting there. Ok, sure...why not. Then later someone came by and wanted to see our room because they were doing a tour or something. Of course the moms chided us on our messiness. I wanted to say, "You're not my mom...shuddup." But I didn't. Then I got an e-mail. Ok, so that's not too weird. But this e-mail was weird. A girl I kind of knew in high school e-mailed me just to see how things were. Funny thing is I was about to do the same, write her to see how things were, but we never really talked or were friends and have never exchanged e-mails before. So I am kind of scared to see what will happen next. Maybe I'll be attacked my a group of salmon weilding midgets.
I get to edit tonight!!! There's something very comforting about being in that little dark room with a computer and not having to think of anything but my movie. It's so relaxing. Ahh. I miss that. I think I will build a small editing bay in my dorm room. I'm sure my roommates won't mind if I deconstruct their bunkbed for wood for my editing bay. Then I just need to steal a computer from the school and I'm all set.
It's time to go. I need to listen to some music to get ready for editing...and then I need to read for pleasure. That is also relaxing. I am reading the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. GOOD BOOK. I want a cool name like J.R.R. Tolkien. I guess I could be Grant Isaac Melvin Paige. Then people would refer to me as GIMP. Cool. But yeah. Time to go now. I'll update more later. I'm an updating fiend. I've hung on longer than I thought I would with updating every day (ok, so nearly every day thanks to two days ago...grrrr). Catch ya later. Bye for now.
Sunday, November 11, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Joydrop sing American Dreamgirl
---feeling unfettered
AHHH! I didn't update yesterday. I can't believe it! LOSING VIEWERS! Ok, so I don't get enough people visiting my site for it to really matter. And it's not like getting people to come to my site does me any good. Well, besides the self-esteem boost. Speaking of self-esteem boosts. I really like them. It's SO nice when people just walk up and tell you something really nice for no apparent reason. There are just certain situations where you can suddenly look at yourself and be like, "Ok, maybe I'm not so bad." Or maybe that's the lack of sleep talking.
I shot my movie yesterday, and of course everything that could possibly go wrong did. Ok, so that's a lie, but lots of crap that normally wouldn't happen did...stuff that only happens when you are shooting a movie. It's like the evil movie spirits see me with the camera and say, "Hey, let's screw him over so he can't shoot his movie!" I think I will now bring an exorcist with me on all movie shoots. So my brother gets here late, first bad thing, we couldn't start shooting as soon as possible. Then he gets here and we go to his car to shoot some location shots (since $&%^ Boys, er..I mean Pep Boys screwed my car over) and we get in, and he turns the key and then looks very confused as his very large 68' Bronco engine is not making it's normal loud throbbing sound. His car was dead. His car never dies. It was dead. So we have to use Stephanie's car (the lead actess in my movie). Then later we are shooting on the football field and...well...they lock us in. I don't know exactly what they were thinking, but they locked every entrance/exit. Therefore we had to climb the fence. Then Aaron's camera (which I was using because, yet another problem, I couldn't get the nice Canon GL from my brother's friend) gets really low on battery. Shoot. So we try and consolidate battery power used...not easy. And lastly, after I got my car jumped, I realized that I forgot one of THE key shots in my movie...and my brother is going back to Hollywood (in his car that broke down on the freeway) and he needs to be in the shot. Shoot. So I figure out how to fix it with editing. Sigh~this movie thing is really a love hate sensation.
I UPDATED MY PICTURES PAGE!!! GO SEE IT!!! I even added a fun little poll if you go to the second pictures page (ok, so Christina added the pole...but it's on my page...so there). So yeah, go!
I was in the caff. (I only abbreviate that word because I don't know how to spell it) this morning and was watching as hoards of people were sticking their bread products into this conveyor like machine that is supposed to cook it. But as I watched I noticed bread go in, but no bread come out. Was this some kind of new electronic toy like those stupid dogs and cats but now you can feed it? Or were people taking bets on how much they could shove into this maching before it would burst into flames and burn down the entire building? My guess is that, despite watching other's food being devoured by this innanimate object, people didn't expect it to happen to them. Oh yeah, and don't do what that one girl was doing...sticking metal objects into other metal objects that are plugged into those little holes in the wall is not a good idea despite what your enemies tell you.
I am not even awake right now. Not at all. I went to sleep at some time after 5:00am and got up some time a little after 9:00am. That isn't very much sleep. I feel kind of drunk right now. Only problem? I have never been drunk so I can't really make that comparison. Ok, I feel like I think I would feel if I was feeling how a drunk person would feel.
My roommate Aaron just sat up from his nap and says, "Who is getting mad? And how did my pencil break? Maybe I karate chopped it in my sleep." This is amusing. I like playing with people's minds when they are tired.
Speaking of tired...I need to go. It's time to rest or something. I don't really have anything else planned for today. I need to edit. Mmm. Editting movies. Mmm. (are there two "t"s in editting?). Right, anyway. Go to my pictures page...more will be up soon. And send me stuff. You all ignore me and don't send me anything. SEND IT NOW. Right...sleepy time. Or something like that. Bye for now.
---listening to Joydrop sing American Dreamgirl
---feeling unfettered
AHHH! I didn't update yesterday. I can't believe it! LOSING VIEWERS! Ok, so I don't get enough people visiting my site for it to really matter. And it's not like getting people to come to my site does me any good. Well, besides the self-esteem boost. Speaking of self-esteem boosts. I really like them. It's SO nice when people just walk up and tell you something really nice for no apparent reason. There are just certain situations where you can suddenly look at yourself and be like, "Ok, maybe I'm not so bad." Or maybe that's the lack of sleep talking.
I shot my movie yesterday, and of course everything that could possibly go wrong did. Ok, so that's a lie, but lots of crap that normally wouldn't happen did...stuff that only happens when you are shooting a movie. It's like the evil movie spirits see me with the camera and say, "Hey, let's screw him over so he can't shoot his movie!" I think I will now bring an exorcist with me on all movie shoots. So my brother gets here late, first bad thing, we couldn't start shooting as soon as possible. Then he gets here and we go to his car to shoot some location shots (since $&%^ Boys, er..I mean Pep Boys screwed my car over) and we get in, and he turns the key and then looks very confused as his very large 68' Bronco engine is not making it's normal loud throbbing sound. His car was dead. His car never dies. It was dead. So we have to use Stephanie's car (the lead actess in my movie). Then later we are shooting on the football field and...well...they lock us in. I don't know exactly what they were thinking, but they locked every entrance/exit. Therefore we had to climb the fence. Then Aaron's camera (which I was using because, yet another problem, I couldn't get the nice Canon GL from my brother's friend) gets really low on battery. Shoot. So we try and consolidate battery power used...not easy. And lastly, after I got my car jumped, I realized that I forgot one of THE key shots in my movie...and my brother is going back to Hollywood (in his car that broke down on the freeway) and he needs to be in the shot. Shoot. So I figure out how to fix it with editing. Sigh~this movie thing is really a love hate sensation.
I UPDATED MY PICTURES PAGE!!! GO SEE IT!!! I even added a fun little poll if you go to the second pictures page (ok, so Christina added the pole...but it's on my page...so there). So yeah, go!
I was in the caff. (I only abbreviate that word because I don't know how to spell it) this morning and was watching as hoards of people were sticking their bread products into this conveyor like machine that is supposed to cook it. But as I watched I noticed bread go in, but no bread come out. Was this some kind of new electronic toy like those stupid dogs and cats but now you can feed it? Or were people taking bets on how much they could shove into this maching before it would burst into flames and burn down the entire building? My guess is that, despite watching other's food being devoured by this innanimate object, people didn't expect it to happen to them. Oh yeah, and don't do what that one girl was doing...sticking metal objects into other metal objects that are plugged into those little holes in the wall is not a good idea despite what your enemies tell you.
I am not even awake right now. Not at all. I went to sleep at some time after 5:00am and got up some time a little after 9:00am. That isn't very much sleep. I feel kind of drunk right now. Only problem? I have never been drunk so I can't really make that comparison. Ok, I feel like I think I would feel if I was feeling how a drunk person would feel.
My roommate Aaron just sat up from his nap and says, "Who is getting mad? And how did my pencil break? Maybe I karate chopped it in my sleep." This is amusing. I like playing with people's minds when they are tired.
Speaking of tired...I need to go. It's time to rest or something. I don't really have anything else planned for today. I need to edit. Mmm. Editting movies. Mmm. (are there two "t"s in editting?). Right, anyway. Go to my pictures page...more will be up soon. And send me stuff. You all ignore me and don't send me anything. SEND IT NOW. Right...sleepy time. Or something like that. Bye for now.
Saturday, November 10, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Our Lady Peace sing 4am
---feeling braindead
I just got back from the beach. It really reminded me of how much I really hate being with a bunch of people I don't know very well (hence my lack of party-going). I had some friends there, but I spent allot of the time just sitting there staring at the fire. It brought back some pretty powerful memories, so I really wasn't into the whole group thing going on. Then the cop guy came around in his car shouting into his megaphone telling us all to go home. On his second pass I guess he was getting bored with his job so he decided that he would tell us like he was a pirate, saying, "You all need to be putting out the fires now me maytees. The beach closes at 10:00...arrrr....muwahahahahaha." I wish I had a megaphone. So we left before we got to hear any more of the cops impersinations. Now I smell like bonfire...I like it.
So we were shooting even more of Aaron's movie today, the scenes we didn't get the other day. We went and got a grill to shoot a shot with heat waves (don't try this at home...I mean it...you'll kill yourself because of the extreme frustration it will cause you), and went to the same parking lot as last time we did this. We set up the grill, and this guy came up to talk to us. He asked us if we were the ones who left the smoldering pie tin with glowing embers in the parking lot the week before. Um...no...that wasn't us. Must have been somebody else...somebody else who was also trying to have a barbecue in the parking lot of Ralphs. Then the idiot wouldn't leave us alone. He wanted to impart upon us all his knowledge of movies in what seemed like vein attempt to get in this movie. "Yeah, so allot of people are going to film school because of the Blair Witch Project. I mean, look at them...they made a couple hundred million off of $30,000!" Um, suure, whatever you say guy. We finally just ingnored him as he ranted about how funny it would be if I caught on fire (since I was the one lighting the grill) and how much funnier it would be to get it on camera as people doused me in lighter fluid thinking it was water, and then seeing the fire department show up to put me out. Hahaha, yeah...hilarious. Well, we got the shot and went home. And that guy will most likely go home to his trailer and tell his wife and 8 children how he met movie stars and almost got in a movie.
Website time!!! Go to:
This page to see a really wacky Playstation 2 commercial done by David Lynch (the same guy who made that mindjob of a movie, Mulholland Dr)
and
This page (no, I won't tell you why...just go)
I swear I have tons of stuff to talk about, but as soon as I sit down...I forget it all. Or maybe I just think I have allot to talk about, when in reality I am a very dull person who has nothing interesting to say. Maybe that's it.
I really need to sleep. I have to shoot some of my movie tomorrow (hopefully all of it), so I have to get up early. Fun. I am still trying ot get some art up, but it's so friggin hard to do for some reason. And I'm not getting many people sending me art and poetry. SEND IT TO ME OR THE KITTY DIES!!! Ok, so I don't really have a kitty whos life I can threaten....and even if I did have a kitty I wouldn't really threaten it's life. Plus, the dorm peole would take it away. I can only have a fish. Darn. But send me stuff or...or else.
Bye for now................
---listening to Our Lady Peace sing 4am
---feeling braindead
I just got back from the beach. It really reminded me of how much I really hate being with a bunch of people I don't know very well (hence my lack of party-going). I had some friends there, but I spent allot of the time just sitting there staring at the fire. It brought back some pretty powerful memories, so I really wasn't into the whole group thing going on. Then the cop guy came around in his car shouting into his megaphone telling us all to go home. On his second pass I guess he was getting bored with his job so he decided that he would tell us like he was a pirate, saying, "You all need to be putting out the fires now me maytees. The beach closes at 10:00...arrrr....muwahahahahaha." I wish I had a megaphone. So we left before we got to hear any more of the cops impersinations. Now I smell like bonfire...I like it.
So we were shooting even more of Aaron's movie today, the scenes we didn't get the other day. We went and got a grill to shoot a shot with heat waves (don't try this at home...I mean it...you'll kill yourself because of the extreme frustration it will cause you), and went to the same parking lot as last time we did this. We set up the grill, and this guy came up to talk to us. He asked us if we were the ones who left the smoldering pie tin with glowing embers in the parking lot the week before. Um...no...that wasn't us. Must have been somebody else...somebody else who was also trying to have a barbecue in the parking lot of Ralphs. Then the idiot wouldn't leave us alone. He wanted to impart upon us all his knowledge of movies in what seemed like vein attempt to get in this movie. "Yeah, so allot of people are going to film school because of the Blair Witch Project. I mean, look at them...they made a couple hundred million off of $30,000!" Um, suure, whatever you say guy. We finally just ingnored him as he ranted about how funny it would be if I caught on fire (since I was the one lighting the grill) and how much funnier it would be to get it on camera as people doused me in lighter fluid thinking it was water, and then seeing the fire department show up to put me out. Hahaha, yeah...hilarious. Well, we got the shot and went home. And that guy will most likely go home to his trailer and tell his wife and 8 children how he met movie stars and almost got in a movie.
Website time!!! Go to:
This page to see a really wacky Playstation 2 commercial done by David Lynch (the same guy who made that mindjob of a movie, Mulholland Dr)
and
This page (no, I won't tell you why...just go)
I swear I have tons of stuff to talk about, but as soon as I sit down...I forget it all. Or maybe I just think I have allot to talk about, when in reality I am a very dull person who has nothing interesting to say. Maybe that's it.
I really need to sleep. I have to shoot some of my movie tomorrow (hopefully all of it), so I have to get up early. Fun. I am still trying ot get some art up, but it's so friggin hard to do for some reason. And I'm not getting many people sending me art and poetry. SEND IT TO ME OR THE KITTY DIES!!! Ok, so I don't really have a kitty whos life I can threaten....and even if I did have a kitty I wouldn't really threaten it's life. Plus, the dorm peole would take it away. I can only have a fish. Darn. But send me stuff or...or else.
Bye for now................
Thursday, November 08, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Marvelous 3 sing Cigarette Lighter Love Song (GREAT song!)
---feeling slightly liberated
I don't hate too many people...but when provoked...I've been known to hate. One place where my hatred has recently been directed is at those spawn of Satan at Pep Boys. My car died on me a while ago, I didn't freak out. I thought I had a dead battery. So I take it to Pep Boys (mistake #1). I wait there from about 10:00am to 5:00pm, for what...for them to tell me that I need to leave my friggin car there overnight to get the alternator replaced. So I come back at 10:00am the next morning (the time they told me it would be done), and no...they havent even started. So I come back later and get my car...it works...their lives will be spared...for now. Two days later I am sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound coming from the engine...this usually means either 1-you have yet to turn the key or 2-your car is dead because those complete morons at Pep Boys don't know what they are doing. (I'm betting on #2). So I take my car back to Pep Boys after getting it jumped (mistake #2). They tell me that they put in a faulty alternator...so I have to leave my car there once MORE overnight. Ok, now the human sacrafices start. They happen to get it done early (lives were spared) and I was ok because I didn't have to pay. Two days ago I am once more sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound is coming from the engine and my head is laying on the steering wheel. This means either 1-I have yet to turn the key and was so tired I fell asleep or 2-The complete imbeciles at Pep Boys didn't fix my car. (once more, I'm betting on #2). Now I don't have a car...again...and if anyone out there knows a good home-made bomb that could destroy the entire Pep Boys store...you can click on the link on the left and tell me.
HEY...I've updated my poetry section and I'm still working on getting some of my art up here...but Christina's webcam wouldn't work on my computer, so you will just have to be patient. "Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry..." Anyone else remember that song? Am I just crazy?
So I'm coming back from Oscars and they have THE BEST breaksticks! But anyway, that wasn't the point of my story. The point was that I drove by IKEA and it reminded me of Fight Club and their anti-ikea lifestyle they beat over the viewer's head. Funny how a movie has given me this view of IKEA, even though I've never even been there. Movies have much more effect on the psyche and the views of the viewers than people realize. It's all about making people feel something they didn't feel before, subliminal messages baby. Why do you think I'm going into film? I wanna convince everyone in America that they should think like me.
Last night I was pounding nails into the top of a water bottle because I was in a weird mood...and what persued was a dueling banjos like percussion sessions. I would hit, BAM BAM BAM. Then from the floor we would hear a muffled BAM BAM BAM. And so I would hit, BAM...BAM BAM. And we would hear, BAM...BAM BAM. It was allot of fun.
Ok, this warning thing has gotten completely out of hand. We started these IM warning wars and got Christina's warning level up to 91%. Once it gets like that you can only send like one message a minute. And we just got Ryan's warning up to 97%...oops. He was pounding on our door because I think he wanted to rip our heads off feed them to the crows outside. So...we didn't open the door. Pray for me...my life is in danger.
I'm going...I need to do stuff. Ok, so that's a lie...but I really don't need to be doing this. I think I might take my pictures over to Christina's room and use her webcam which works on her computer, but not mine. Arg. Ok...time to do something at least slightly productive, or maybe something destructive...that is always fun. Bye for now!!!
---listening to Marvelous 3 sing Cigarette Lighter Love Song (GREAT song!)
---feeling slightly liberated
I don't hate too many people...but when provoked...I've been known to hate. One place where my hatred has recently been directed is at those spawn of Satan at Pep Boys. My car died on me a while ago, I didn't freak out. I thought I had a dead battery. So I take it to Pep Boys (mistake #1). I wait there from about 10:00am to 5:00pm, for what...for them to tell me that I need to leave my friggin car there overnight to get the alternator replaced. So I come back at 10:00am the next morning (the time they told me it would be done), and no...they havent even started. So I come back later and get my car...it works...their lives will be spared...for now. Two days later I am sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound coming from the engine...this usually means either 1-you have yet to turn the key or 2-your car is dead because those complete morons at Pep Boys don't know what they are doing. (I'm betting on #2). So I take my car back to Pep Boys after getting it jumped (mistake #2). They tell me that they put in a faulty alternator...so I have to leave my car there once MORE overnight. Ok, now the human sacrafices start. They happen to get it done early (lives were spared) and I was ok because I didn't have to pay. Two days ago I am once more sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound is coming from the engine and my head is laying on the steering wheel. This means either 1-I have yet to turn the key and was so tired I fell asleep or 2-The complete imbeciles at Pep Boys didn't fix my car. (once more, I'm betting on #2). Now I don't have a car...again...and if anyone out there knows a good home-made bomb that could destroy the entire Pep Boys store...you can click on the link on the left and tell me.
HEY...I've updated my poetry section and I'm still working on getting some of my art up here...but Christina's webcam wouldn't work on my computer, so you will just have to be patient. "Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry..." Anyone else remember that song? Am I just crazy?
So I'm coming back from Oscars and they have THE BEST breaksticks! But anyway, that wasn't the point of my story. The point was that I drove by IKEA and it reminded me of Fight Club and their anti-ikea lifestyle they beat over the viewer's head. Funny how a movie has given me this view of IKEA, even though I've never even been there. Movies have much more effect on the psyche and the views of the viewers than people realize. It's all about making people feel something they didn't feel before, subliminal messages baby. Why do you think I'm going into film? I wanna convince everyone in America that they should think like me.
Last night I was pounding nails into the top of a water bottle because I was in a weird mood...and what persued was a dueling banjos like percussion sessions. I would hit, BAM BAM BAM. Then from the floor we would hear a muffled BAM BAM BAM. And so I would hit, BAM...BAM BAM. And we would hear, BAM...BAM BAM. It was allot of fun.
Ok, this warning thing has gotten completely out of hand. We started these IM warning wars and got Christina's warning level up to 91%. Once it gets like that you can only send like one message a minute. And we just got Ryan's warning up to 97%...oops. He was pounding on our door because I think he wanted to rip our heads off feed them to the crows outside. So...we didn't open the door. Pray for me...my life is in danger.
I'm going...I need to do stuff. Ok, so that's a lie...but I really don't need to be doing this. I think I might take my pictures over to Christina's room and use her webcam which works on her computer, but not mine. Arg. Ok...time to do something at least slightly productive, or maybe something destructive...that is always fun. Bye for now!!!
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the Barenaked Ladies singing Breakfast at Tiffanys
---feeling unmotivated
So I have to do that whole director/producer/cinematographer/editor/composer thing this weekend. If it was up to me, I would have someone hand me a bunch of tapes and say..."hey, make me a cool movie." Sadly, it doesn't happen that way. At least not on the level I am at. What level am I at? I'm at the level where I scramble to get anyone possible who can act for me (hence my brother being in every one of my movies), scramble to get any equipment I can (hence me using my brother's friends equipment), and scramble to edit the movie as quick as I can (hence editing at 4:00am). Yeah, I can't wait till I actually have people working for me.
Last night I was so incredibly out of it...and I don't even know why. It was kind of like when you are trying to deal with something so you overcompensate by acting really goofy. I would actually have to think before I would talk or my sentences would come out something like, "So, I was going class, er...going to class when...." and then I would just stop with that blank look on my face causing the person next to me to look at me, wrinkle their eyebrows, and ask me what the heck I am talking about. And I wouldn't know. I went to the store and got some chips and cheese dip (I'm addicted), some Skittles (king size baby), and some Macaroni and Cheese. I really wanted macaroni. Like, allot. Maybe it was because of my weird mood...who knows. So I get back to my room and show Aaron my newly bought macaroni and cheese. I smiled real big and he said, "Uh...don't you need milk and butter for that?" I kept smiling and immediately said, "NO!" But of course curiosity overtook me and I looked at the package and...of course...you need milk and butter. My smile faded and I shook the macaroni wildly out of frustration until the box flew out of my hand and landed across the room. So I sulked and ate my chips and skittles.
You know another thing that made me angry last night? I got no mail. I never get mail. I get stoopid stuff from Chapman that I don't want. Nobody loves me. Maybe it's because I don't mail anybody. No...wait...I'm the college student. People are supposed to take pity on me and send me care packages! Oh well.
Well, I'm off to get some lunch, then off to work out again (I'm still sore...this should be interesting). I will probably get bored and write more later today (aren't you lucky! Two posts in one day!!!) But for now, I need to try and find my shoes in this pile of stuff on my floor. Maybe it's time to clean again. Hey, at least we have garbage bags now...things aren't as bad as they could be. Anyway...I'm gonna try and get some pictures on later today if I can steal Christina's webcam. If not...too bad for you...you're really missin out...I'm tellin ya. I'm off! Bye for now!
---listening to the Barenaked Ladies singing Breakfast at Tiffanys
---feeling unmotivated
So I have to do that whole director/producer/cinematographer/editor/composer thing this weekend. If it was up to me, I would have someone hand me a bunch of tapes and say..."hey, make me a cool movie." Sadly, it doesn't happen that way. At least not on the level I am at. What level am I at? I'm at the level where I scramble to get anyone possible who can act for me (hence my brother being in every one of my movies), scramble to get any equipment I can (hence me using my brother's friends equipment), and scramble to edit the movie as quick as I can (hence editing at 4:00am). Yeah, I can't wait till I actually have people working for me.
Last night I was so incredibly out of it...and I don't even know why. It was kind of like when you are trying to deal with something so you overcompensate by acting really goofy. I would actually have to think before I would talk or my sentences would come out something like, "So, I was going class, er...going to class when...." and then I would just stop with that blank look on my face causing the person next to me to look at me, wrinkle their eyebrows, and ask me what the heck I am talking about. And I wouldn't know. I went to the store and got some chips and cheese dip (I'm addicted), some Skittles (king size baby), and some Macaroni and Cheese. I really wanted macaroni. Like, allot. Maybe it was because of my weird mood...who knows. So I get back to my room and show Aaron my newly bought macaroni and cheese. I smiled real big and he said, "Uh...don't you need milk and butter for that?" I kept smiling and immediately said, "NO!" But of course curiosity overtook me and I looked at the package and...of course...you need milk and butter. My smile faded and I shook the macaroni wildly out of frustration until the box flew out of my hand and landed across the room. So I sulked and ate my chips and skittles.
You know another thing that made me angry last night? I got no mail. I never get mail. I get stoopid stuff from Chapman that I don't want. Nobody loves me. Maybe it's because I don't mail anybody. No...wait...I'm the college student. People are supposed to take pity on me and send me care packages! Oh well.
Well, I'm off to get some lunch, then off to work out again (I'm still sore...this should be interesting). I will probably get bored and write more later today (aren't you lucky! Two posts in one day!!!) But for now, I need to try and find my shoes in this pile of stuff on my floor. Maybe it's time to clean again. Hey, at least we have garbage bags now...things aren't as bad as they could be. Anyway...I'm gonna try and get some pictures on later today if I can steal Christina's webcam. If not...too bad for you...you're really missin out...I'm tellin ya. I'm off! Bye for now!
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to: The Cure sing Maybe Someday
---feeling: disillusioned
Mist hung thickly in the air as the cool temperature reminded me that winter is nearing. With someone on either side of me, I felt strangely uncomfortable due to my lack of knowledge about either of them. One was oddly excited to help me with my endevor...the other was merely along because he felt pity for a poor stranded soul. A bright yellow spot on the horizon caught my eye as I strained to see what it was. Glowing like the sun muffled by clouds in the early morning. I neared the yellow aparition and a sense of horror slowly filled me. I knew what that yellow blemish was, that stain of pure evil...alas...it was a parking ticket upon my car.
My assumptions about my age were proven today. I just came from a class where we were watching Walkabout, a movie made a while ago. After the movie, while the class was giving its unnecessary opinions, one kid made a comparison. He said that I looked exactly like the kid in the movie. Only problem? The little blonde kid was about 8. I mean, sure...I can see some resemblance, but he didn't say that I looked like an older version of the kid. Oh well.
You ever find something out that you just don't want to believe? Something that you know is true, but you nearly convince yourself that it isn't just because you don't want it to be? Something that you just can't get out of your head no matter how you try, and every time you remember it you wince in what seems like physical pain and are suddenly in your own world for that split second where all that exists is you and that realization, that thought, that knowledge of what happened? Even if it shouldn't effect you, and you really have no say in the matter? It's not fun.
But anyway...let's talk about something fun. Like...er...can't talk about pirates, I already talked about them a while ago. And I really don't find that much amusement in them anyway. How about comic books. Ok, so I've never been into comic books. Not even when I was younger. I don't know...superheroes never really caught my attention. But Aaron was really into comic books (or should I say "graphic novels"), and he decided that I needed to be submitted to his interests. So I was told that I needed to read Ghost World...the graphic novel that was the basis for the motion picture. I didn't really know what to expect...but I really liked it. Then he handed me The Coffin which was just incredible. And lastly, he has gotten me interested in Bone which is an extremely interesting and enthralling series. I never thought I would like comics...er...graphic novels...er...whatever....but there is some really good stuff out there. Expand your horizons.
I'm off for now...but I'll be back later...I swear. Unless of course I am abducted by aliens...but that wouldn't be my fault now would it?
---listening to: The Cure sing Maybe Someday
---feeling: disillusioned
Mist hung thickly in the air as the cool temperature reminded me that winter is nearing. With someone on either side of me, I felt strangely uncomfortable due to my lack of knowledge about either of them. One was oddly excited to help me with my endevor...the other was merely along because he felt pity for a poor stranded soul. A bright yellow spot on the horizon caught my eye as I strained to see what it was. Glowing like the sun muffled by clouds in the early morning. I neared the yellow aparition and a sense of horror slowly filled me. I knew what that yellow blemish was, that stain of pure evil...alas...it was a parking ticket upon my car.
My assumptions about my age were proven today. I just came from a class where we were watching Walkabout, a movie made a while ago. After the movie, while the class was giving its unnecessary opinions, one kid made a comparison. He said that I looked exactly like the kid in the movie. Only problem? The little blonde kid was about 8. I mean, sure...I can see some resemblance, but he didn't say that I looked like an older version of the kid. Oh well.
You ever find something out that you just don't want to believe? Something that you know is true, but you nearly convince yourself that it isn't just because you don't want it to be? Something that you just can't get out of your head no matter how you try, and every time you remember it you wince in what seems like physical pain and are suddenly in your own world for that split second where all that exists is you and that realization, that thought, that knowledge of what happened? Even if it shouldn't effect you, and you really have no say in the matter? It's not fun.
But anyway...let's talk about something fun. Like...er...can't talk about pirates, I already talked about them a while ago. And I really don't find that much amusement in them anyway. How about comic books. Ok, so I've never been into comic books. Not even when I was younger. I don't know...superheroes never really caught my attention. But Aaron was really into comic books (or should I say "graphic novels"), and he decided that I needed to be submitted to his interests. So I was told that I needed to read Ghost World...the graphic novel that was the basis for the motion picture. I didn't really know what to expect...but I really liked it. Then he handed me The Coffin which was just incredible. And lastly, he has gotten me interested in Bone which is an extremely interesting and enthralling series. I never thought I would like comics...er...graphic novels...er...whatever....but there is some really good stuff out there. Expand your horizons.
I'm off for now...but I'll be back later...I swear. Unless of course I am abducted by aliens...but that wouldn't be my fault now would it?
Tuesday, November 06, 2001
Ok, I feel like I'm living in a really big orange. The guys in the other room were spraying this orange smelling air purifier type stuff through the fan, into our room. I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness overcome me as each deep breath was drenched in pure, fake, citrusy goodness. I wonder if you can get high off this stuff. Or brain damaged.
I hurt. I don't know why, but our society, unlike societies of the ancient eras, has decided that physical is more important than mental. This would be why we humans, mostly the larger and less feminine of the two sexes, goes into a room with lots of refective surfaces and purposefully rips every muscle he or she can until lifting any object heavier than their sweat towel becomes physically impossible. And this practice happens not only once, but normally three or four times a week. What is the point of this? Well, it makes people look like how I used to look look like how I now look. Ok ok, so that's a little bit of an overexageration. I don't look quite like that.
I am officially weirded out right now. I used to have this cell phone with the phone number including "666." Now, this was a little creepy, but I thought nothing of it. That is until I acidentally hit some numbers when it was clipped to my belt and looked at it and realized that I had somehow pressed "666" with my elbow. Now, coincadences happen, but that happened three times. Hmm. Time to get rid of my cell phone. So, not for that reason, but for others, I got a new cell phone. This one, I am glad to say, does not have "666" in the number. But...I did not however escape weird happenings. I got a message a while ago that was 15 seconds of music. I played it to everyone, and nobody knows where it is from. Odd, but not too odd. But then I got two more messages of the same thing...just different songs. Ok...now I am officially ready to get rid of cell phone number two...just so I can't be bothered by things like this. No, wait...then I'll probably just end up hearing voices in my head.
So Aaron and I had this huge debate about movies, what makes a movie a great movie, what makes a movie all show, etc. Aaron and I are both very stubborn people and like to debate (well, I like to...I'm not sure if it is something that floats Aaron's boat). We ended up agreeing (for the most part) that a movie, book, etc, needs to leave the audience with a better understanding of the subject at hand. And should have a theme that the audience can relate with (Aaron is more ademant on that point...yes, I know I spelled it wrong). Which is why, in Aaron's words, "...shows like Dawson's Creek are emotional masturbation." Pure emotion-feel good-crap.
Movie review time. I have seen lots of movies in my Film Aesthetics class...I will now tell you the movies and if they were good or bad:
The Exorcist: good_____Fight Club: good!_____The Stuntman: bad!_____Traffic: good_____Visions of Light: bad_____Double Indemnity: good_____Citizen Kane: good_____The Conversation: bad_____The Birds: good
I have also seen other movies just on my own (or with others...usually with others) here are those reviews:
Pi: good_____Almost Famous: good_____Donnie Darko: good!_____The Crow: good_____Mulholland Dr.: What?_____El Mariachi: good_____Snatch: good_____Requiem for a Dream: ask me later_____Trainspotting: good
There you have it, Grant's extensive reviews. If you would really like to know more in depth of what I thought, just e-mail me and ask. But I SERIOUSLY doubt that anyone will care what some guy thinks about some movie. But it might make me feel special. I like to feel special.
I need to go now. I have an entire book to read tonight *GASP* so I need to get started. But in all reality I will most likely end up reading something else, or just goofing off online. Like I always do. Ok, I need a better excuse than that to end this post. How about, "I might fail my class!" No, not good enough. How about, "Maybe if I don't my computer will explode from overexertion!" Nope, not good enough. OOH, I have to go to the bathroom. Now there is a good excuse. Gotta run. Bye for now!
I am officially weirded out right now. I used to have this cell phone with the phone number including "666." Now, this was a little creepy, but I thought nothing of it. That is until I acidentally hit some numbers when it was clipped to my belt and looked at it and realized that I had somehow pressed "666" with my elbow. Now, coincadences happen, but that happened three times. Hmm. Time to get rid of my cell phone. So, not for that reason, but for others, I got a new cell phone. This one, I am glad to say, does not have "666" in the number. But...I did not however escape weird happenings. I got a message a while ago that was 15 seconds of music. I played it to everyone, and nobody knows where it is from. Odd, but not too odd. But then I got two more messages of the same thing...just different songs. Ok...now I am officially ready to get rid of cell phone number two...just so I can't be bothered by things like this. No, wait...then I'll probably just end up hearing voices in my head.
So Aaron and I had this huge debate about movies, what makes a movie a great movie, what makes a movie all show, etc. Aaron and I are both very stubborn people and like to debate (well, I like to...I'm not sure if it is something that floats Aaron's boat). We ended up agreeing (for the most part) that a movie, book, etc, needs to leave the audience with a better understanding of the subject at hand. And should have a theme that the audience can relate with (Aaron is more ademant on that point...yes, I know I spelled it wrong). Which is why, in Aaron's words, "...shows like Dawson's Creek are emotional masturbation." Pure emotion-feel good-crap.
Movie review time. I have seen lots of movies in my Film Aesthetics class...I will now tell you the movies and if they were good or bad:
The Exorcist: good_____Fight Club: good!_____The Stuntman: bad!_____Traffic: good_____Visions of Light: bad_____Double Indemnity: good_____Citizen Kane: good_____The Conversation: bad_____The Birds: good
I have also seen other movies just on my own (or with others...usually with others) here are those reviews:
Pi: good_____Almost Famous: good_____Donnie Darko: good!_____The Crow: good_____Mulholland Dr.: What?_____El Mariachi: good_____Snatch: good_____Requiem for a Dream: ask me later_____Trainspotting: good
There you have it, Grant's extensive reviews. If you would really like to know more in depth of what I thought, just e-mail me and ask. But I SERIOUSLY doubt that anyone will care what some guy thinks about some movie. But it might make me feel special. I like to feel special.
I need to go now. I have an entire book to read tonight *GASP* so I need to get started. But in all reality I will most likely end up reading something else, or just goofing off online. Like I always do. Ok, I need a better excuse than that to end this post. How about, "I might fail my class!" No, not good enough. How about, "Maybe if I don't my computer will explode from overexertion!" Nope, not good enough. OOH, I have to go to the bathroom. Now there is a good excuse. Gotta run. Bye for now!
Monday, November 05, 2001
I think that I have figured it all out. Well, ok...only part of it. The part having to do with energy drinks. Energy drinks like Red Bull and Sobe Adrenaline Rush are just placebos. The companies who make them have figured out that if they put some bitter tasting liquid in a can, throw a whole bunch of unpronouncable chemicals in, and write, "energy" on the front, people will buy it. Even me. And as your body slowly dies from the terrible chemicals, you think that you are being energized, so you want more the next time you are tired. Soon you are an energy fiend spending all your cash on drinks like 180, Double E, and Shark. I think for now on I'll stick with something safer, like triple espressos with a shot of vanilla. Mmmm.
It's now time to discuss another of my shortcommings. I'll be the first to admit that I look young. Now, this isn't always a bad thing, not at all. When I am 30, I'll be happy to look 25. But when I'm sitting in the emergency exit row of an airplane and the stewardess asks me how old I am, I tell her 18, then I see the sign posted above me, "It is prohibitted for a child under 14 to sit in emergency exit row", now that's just plain rediculous. And if I shave my goatee I look even younger. Ok, time to list the pros and cons:
Cons:
-I will be carded for years to come after I turn 21
-I will have trouble with girls because they will think a younger guy is hitting on them
-When I get married, people will ask me if my kids are actually my siblings
Pros:
-I can get into movies for the child price
-I can eat off the child's menu
-I could act in movies as a younger character
-When I'm older, I can flirt with younger girls...and nobody will know the difference
You know what? Everyone wants to be an actor (ok, fine...or actress...I'll be politically correct, but only this once). But not me. I am fine being behind the scenes. I'll tape it, or direct it, or edit it, or anything else. It always seems that when I act in anything I get beat up, maimed, killed, or something similar. Every time...I swear. (I think that someone's trying to tell me something). So I went off to work on Aaron's movie, where of course I get beat up. So I have to run around a corner, in flip flops, and then bail and hit the cement at full speed. After the third take, and a little blood loss, we get the shot right. Then I have to lay on the ground and get rolled over, stripped of my valuable posessions, and kicked in the side twice. After, oh, 8 takes we get this one right. So by now my hands are red, my side is bruised, and I am covered in black sooty crap from the sidewalk. Man, acting is such a glamorous career.
I have to go and work on a paper now. Once more I procrastinated. It's due at 9:00am tomorrow, and I haven't even started. Hey, who says I can't whip out an excellent 5 page paper in an hour or so? Last time I did it I got an A. This lesson has merely taught me that I can get away with procrastination. No good. Then again, I had a teacher give us a 10 minute shpeel about the grading system and how dumb it was. With infulences like that, how could I care about grades? I'm off. Check out the poetry, I added some new stuff (some links aren't working yet because I have no work from them). So, if you have any poetry, or artwork...I want an art section as well, please send it to me! I want! You can also send me hate mail...I'll post it if it's any good. Alright...write me or something. Bye for now.
It's now time to discuss another of my shortcommings. I'll be the first to admit that I look young. Now, this isn't always a bad thing, not at all. When I am 30, I'll be happy to look 25. But when I'm sitting in the emergency exit row of an airplane and the stewardess asks me how old I am, I tell her 18, then I see the sign posted above me, "It is prohibitted for a child under 14 to sit in emergency exit row", now that's just plain rediculous. And if I shave my goatee I look even younger. Ok, time to list the pros and cons:
Cons:
-I will be carded for years to come after I turn 21
-I will have trouble with girls because they will think a younger guy is hitting on them
-When I get married, people will ask me if my kids are actually my siblings
Pros:
-I can get into movies for the child price
-I can eat off the child's menu
-I could act in movies as a younger character
-When I'm older, I can flirt with younger girls...and nobody will know the difference
You know what? Everyone wants to be an actor (ok, fine...or actress...I'll be politically correct, but only this once). But not me. I am fine being behind the scenes. I'll tape it, or direct it, or edit it, or anything else. It always seems that when I act in anything I get beat up, maimed, killed, or something similar. Every time...I swear. (I think that someone's trying to tell me something). So I went off to work on Aaron's movie, where of course I get beat up. So I have to run around a corner, in flip flops, and then bail and hit the cement at full speed. After the third take, and a little blood loss, we get the shot right. Then I have to lay on the ground and get rolled over, stripped of my valuable posessions, and kicked in the side twice. After, oh, 8 takes we get this one right. So by now my hands are red, my side is bruised, and I am covered in black sooty crap from the sidewalk. Man, acting is such a glamorous career.
I have to go and work on a paper now. Once more I procrastinated. It's due at 9:00am tomorrow, and I haven't even started. Hey, who says I can't whip out an excellent 5 page paper in an hour or so? Last time I did it I got an A. This lesson has merely taught me that I can get away with procrastination. No good. Then again, I had a teacher give us a 10 minute shpeel about the grading system and how dumb it was. With infulences like that, how could I care about grades? I'm off. Check out the poetry, I added some new stuff (some links aren't working yet because I have no work from them). So, if you have any poetry, or artwork...I want an art section as well, please send it to me! I want! You can also send me hate mail...I'll post it if it's any good. Alright...write me or something. Bye for now.
Sunday, November 04, 2001
So last night I have some dream about twisting a coke can's tab and seeing which letter of the alphabet it lands on to see who I will marry. It's sad, I've reverted to junior high...even though I never did that in junior high. Maybe I'm morning my lost childhood. Ok, so I didn't have a lost childhood...but it would be nice to have had one so I could blame everything on it. Right now I can only blame myself for stupid stuff. I need a scapegoat. So, if anyone out there is willing to be my scapegoat..just e-mail me and tell me and from now on I will blame you.
I found out some fun stuff about my history. It seems that the Paige's are from Ireland and Scotland. Aye me wee laddy, we be the McPherson Clan now. The McPherson's were a mean group now and their family slogan was, "Do not touch the cat without gloves." In other words, DON'T MESS WITH US! If you're gonna deal with us, be careful because we'll mess you up. And it seems that the Pages (which we were before) were mostly killed off in some kind of feud, so they had to change their name to Paige. Just call me Grant McPhereson laddy.
Last night I slept on the hard wood floor of my brother's room. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I fell asleep pretty quickly. Then I woke up and my arm, which was twisted in quite the unnatural position, was throbbing. I found it impossible to straighten my arm to it's full extended position. I have come to the conclusion that humans were never meant to sleep on hard wood floors. I went to breakfast this morning with my brother, his girl, and this guy named Ky (pronounced kie) who is very outspoken and will tell you anything and everything. He has kindly given me the nicknames "sprout" and "kid." He was getting on my case because I go to a school with a 7:1 girl to guy ratio and I am not having sex. And then he was getting on my case because I had a girlfriend and I didn't have sex. It seems that if you are like me, you're considered to be some kind of freak. Oh well, being a freak is fine with me...at least I'm not one of the crowd. After dinner we decided to put the hard top back on Chad's 68' Bronco because it's been raining, and rain and speakers do not mix well. So we have to lift this couple hundred pound chunk of metal over his backyard wall to get it to his car. I end up in another very unnatural position. Squatted over, arms under the top, head mashed up against the top of the car...cheek rubbing against the glass, and scooting backwards through a very cluttered and narrow backyard with arms that had been recently worked out. Good times. Then I drive home.
I got back to the dorms and walked in my room...and I look on my computer monitor and see a big crow statue! YES! My friends rock. They went to some store and saw this crow statue, and knowing that I like The Crow allot, they got it for me. How sweet. I now have a little crow friend to keep me company when I am sitting in my room alone being anti-social. We then go out to shoot some of Aaron's movie. We drive around for an hour or so trying to find some house that will lend us a BBQ to get a nice heat wave shot for his movie. Bad directions ensure that we don't find the house, so we just go to the store and buy some charcole and a pie tin. Now picture this, a parking lot corner with a group of four kids piled around flaming pie tin full of charcole while one of the guys burns leaves in it and the other guy is video taping it. Now what would you think? I really don't know what I would think. The shot ends up not even working, so we just go back.
I'm going to go now. I just don't feel like writing anymore....for reasons that need not be plastered all over the internet. Just try and remember that life really is great...even if it doesn't seem that way. I've noticed allot of beauty in the world recently. The gorgeous full moon. The beautiful stars. The deep breath of air you can take at night while taking a walk. The intricate beats and vocal harmonies of music I love. There is really so much to look at and be in awe of. Just try and remember that...I'm doing my best. Bye for now.
I found out some fun stuff about my history. It seems that the Paige's are from Ireland and Scotland. Aye me wee laddy, we be the McPherson Clan now. The McPherson's were a mean group now and their family slogan was, "Do not touch the cat without gloves." In other words, DON'T MESS WITH US! If you're gonna deal with us, be careful because we'll mess you up. And it seems that the Pages (which we were before) were mostly killed off in some kind of feud, so they had to change their name to Paige. Just call me Grant McPhereson laddy.
Last night I slept on the hard wood floor of my brother's room. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I fell asleep pretty quickly. Then I woke up and my arm, which was twisted in quite the unnatural position, was throbbing. I found it impossible to straighten my arm to it's full extended position. I have come to the conclusion that humans were never meant to sleep on hard wood floors. I went to breakfast this morning with my brother, his girl, and this guy named Ky (pronounced kie) who is very outspoken and will tell you anything and everything. He has kindly given me the nicknames "sprout" and "kid." He was getting on my case because I go to a school with a 7:1 girl to guy ratio and I am not having sex. And then he was getting on my case because I had a girlfriend and I didn't have sex. It seems that if you are like me, you're considered to be some kind of freak. Oh well, being a freak is fine with me...at least I'm not one of the crowd. After dinner we decided to put the hard top back on Chad's 68' Bronco because it's been raining, and rain and speakers do not mix well. So we have to lift this couple hundred pound chunk of metal over his backyard wall to get it to his car. I end up in another very unnatural position. Squatted over, arms under the top, head mashed up against the top of the car...cheek rubbing against the glass, and scooting backwards through a very cluttered and narrow backyard with arms that had been recently worked out. Good times. Then I drive home.
I got back to the dorms and walked in my room...and I look on my computer monitor and see a big crow statue! YES! My friends rock. They went to some store and saw this crow statue, and knowing that I like The Crow allot, they got it for me. How sweet. I now have a little crow friend to keep me company when I am sitting in my room alone being anti-social. We then go out to shoot some of Aaron's movie. We drive around for an hour or so trying to find some house that will lend us a BBQ to get a nice heat wave shot for his movie. Bad directions ensure that we don't find the house, so we just go to the store and buy some charcole and a pie tin. Now picture this, a parking lot corner with a group of four kids piled around flaming pie tin full of charcole while one of the guys burns leaves in it and the other guy is video taping it. Now what would you think? I really don't know what I would think. The shot ends up not even working, so we just go back.
I'm going to go now. I just don't feel like writing anymore....for reasons that need not be plastered all over the internet. Just try and remember that life really is great...even if it doesn't seem that way. I've noticed allot of beauty in the world recently. The gorgeous full moon. The beautiful stars. The deep breath of air you can take at night while taking a walk. The intricate beats and vocal harmonies of music I love. There is really so much to look at and be in awe of. Just try and remember that...I'm doing my best. Bye for now.
Alright, so I went to my brother's place in Hollywood to work on my movie some. Good times. It's due very soon and I haven't even started yet. Don't you just love college? The best thing is has taught me is how to be better at procrastination. I already knew how...but now I'm getting really good at it. So, we go to 24 Hour Fitness to work out some because he hasn't done so in a long time and neither have I. We get their and do some lifting. I can't help but notice some of the people who are working out. You know how a babie's head is too big for it's body, making it look awkward, but still cute because it's a baby and they are just cute no matter what? Well imagine people who's torsos are too big for their bodies in the same respect as a babie's head being too big. But without being cute. I'm tellin ya, steroids will really screw with you. So now I'm all sore and just want to sleep. But I'm also hungry. Sleep or eat...sleep usually wins this short battle (though I still hold to the belief that my alternate persona takes over my body instead of me sleeping. This time...eating won...probably just because I am with Chad and he was hungry too. We go to this new Mexican food place called...er...never mind what it is called, I kind of forgot. But we go in and ask to see a menu just in case it is way above our price range (that would be anything more than $10 an entree, hey...I'm a college student and he is a starving artist). The lady who seats you (do they have a name?) asks in an overly friendly voice if we have been there before. We say no and she gets all excited and asks our names and shakes our hands. Um...I don't know about you, but I don't know too many restaurants who have this kind of greeting policy. So we sit down and the bald guy who seats us says in a tour guide like friendly voice, "Hey guys...glad you came here. We have some great specials today. The steak is fantastic." We smile and nod, and he leaves. Was he expecting us to get excited about the steak? So the waitress comes up and smiles really big at us and asks if she can get us anything. When she takes our orders, she sits next to me at the booth and looks me right in the eyes at I order. I don't know...there is something disturbing about looking the waitress right in the eyes and having them about 1 foot away from you. If I didn't know any better I would say that all her smiling and sitting next to me was flirtation...then my big head was quickly deflated as I found her doing the same at every table. I think I like my little dissilusioned world better where the pretty waitress likes me. Hmm...she was probably too old for me anyway. The people at this place were way too friendly. It didn't make me think, "My, what nice people these are, and what a nice place this is." Instead I looked at my brother and said, "Are these people disturbingly friendly or is it just me?" I felt like they were trying to get me to be their friends before they took be in the back and cooked me as their main course. The moral of this story? I dunno...if you can think of one...write me and tell me ok?
So I just saw one of the coolest movies I have ever seen! No Joke. Donnie Darko. Ok ok, so the name is a little dorky...but the movie really did rock. I LOVED the cinematography, the music, all the acting, the plot, the screenplay, and just bout anythiing else there is to love. It was kind of creepy, and funny, and just plain cool in every sense of the word. Well, it wasn't cold....ok ok fine...not in every sense of the word. Geez. It's chalk full of symblism, little hints, and it's never dull. So yeah, go see it...and if you don't like it, then you just suck...because it was good...I swear. Random side note...Drew Barrymore was in it. She was also in my recent dream. Any connection here? No, probably not, but I thought I would mention it anyway.
A writer once said that the most beautiful phrase out of every word, phrase, or sentence in the entire english language, was "Cellar Door."
I'm adding some new poetry soon...not now though...I'm too tired. So come back and check it out soon. Other than that...I really don't have too much else to say. I am always trying to add new stuff. Pictures soon....I swear. And maybe even some fun Photoshop images if I can gank a scanner from someone in my dorm. If not, I don't know...I'll describe the pictures. Heh, won't that be fun. Alright, I'm off before this gets any weirder. Go live life to the fullest. Don't let anything hold you back. Don't become a number, a face in the crowd, a follower, a statistic. Be original despite what others say. Be new, exciting, fun, crazy, daring. And if I can only accomplish a few of these...I will die a happy person. Bye for now.
So I just saw one of the coolest movies I have ever seen! No Joke. Donnie Darko. Ok ok, so the name is a little dorky...but the movie really did rock. I LOVED the cinematography, the music, all the acting, the plot, the screenplay, and just bout anythiing else there is to love. It was kind of creepy, and funny, and just plain cool in every sense of the word. Well, it wasn't cold....ok ok fine...not in every sense of the word. Geez. It's chalk full of symblism, little hints, and it's never dull. So yeah, go see it...and if you don't like it, then you just suck...because it was good...I swear. Random side note...Drew Barrymore was in it. She was also in my recent dream. Any connection here? No, probably not, but I thought I would mention it anyway.
A writer once said that the most beautiful phrase out of every word, phrase, or sentence in the entire english language, was "Cellar Door."
I'm adding some new poetry soon...not now though...I'm too tired. So come back and check it out soon. Other than that...I really don't have too much else to say. I am always trying to add new stuff. Pictures soon....I swear. And maybe even some fun Photoshop images if I can gank a scanner from someone in my dorm. If not, I don't know...I'll describe the pictures. Heh, won't that be fun. Alright, I'm off before this gets any weirder. Go live life to the fullest. Don't let anything hold you back. Don't become a number, a face in the crowd, a follower, a statistic. Be original despite what others say. Be new, exciting, fun, crazy, daring. And if I can only accomplish a few of these...I will die a happy person. Bye for now.
Saturday, November 03, 2001
Ok, the internet sucks! Sure I still use it...but I hate it. It's a Love Hate Sensation as Kenna would say. As you noticed I didn't link to Kenna because those FREAKING IDIOTS WON'T GIVE ANYONE ANY INFORMATION!!! Ok, I'm not bitter. I really love that band, but their website tells you nothing! Nobody knows who they are....I think it's just one guy. But they/he/she/it rocks the free world. Aren't we lucky we live in the United States? Sure we are.
If anyone is missing a little bunny rabbit...I know where it is...er...was. It was hopping around the parking lot outside of the radio studio last night. By now it is most likely a brown, white, and red splatter on the pavement. But now at least you know where it is.
So, Dawson's Creek is on. No, it's not on TV at the moment, but it was taped and is now being watched by Christina. Why? I don't know. The show already cleared Aaron from the room because of the terrible use of introducing the plotline, the cheesy music, and....oh...wait...I'm probably offending like half of my dorm right now. I don't want to die...so maybe I'll say that the show...is...good. Sure it is. I just find it amusing how people get SO into it! Christina is about to cry right now....hehe. But people get SO into shows on TV. Now me...I don't get too into TV. I DO like SOME shows. For example, there is this section of shows on called Adult Swim. Those shows amuse me. When you can watch a show about a container of fries, a soda cup, and a glob of meet who are trying to foil a group of leprechans who are using a rainbow machine to steal people's shoes so they can take over a small part of the world? Or a show about a man who gets stuck under a soda machine and his friends are in Japan touring with a Japanese rock star so they can't help him as the soda machine shoots cans at his face and a scorpion attacks him but soon becomes his friend and defends him from the cleaning robot that has an evil streak. Now THAT is what I call entertainment.
So last night I bought some more Fritos. I only realized this when I got back to my room. I didn't even realize that I got more of them. Then I looked over and saw their giant logo on the bag, "I know what I like and I like FRITOS CORN CHIPS!" Wow, that is some pretty unabashed manipulative advertising. I mean, what if I DON'T like Fritos? Huh? Well, I do...but...that's beside the point. What if I didn't and they were telling me that I did? Or maybe I didn't like them and now I do because they told me that I liked them. Sumbliminal messages are everywhere! Ok, so text written on the side of a chip bag isn't really subliminal...but I'd like to think that they are using subversive advertising techniques to suck me into their corperate world.
I have to go. I'm off to make a copy of my movie I made to give to my brother...since he is in it. And then I'm driving to his place in Hollywood to hang out. We'll see a movie or something. So yeah...I'm going. I know that this post wasn't too cool or anything. But then again...neither am I...so it fits. I'll be writing more later. SEND ME STUFF TO PUT ON MY PAGE...LIKE POETRY! Mmm...poetry. I'll be back later. That's all for now. All your base are belong to us! Bye for now.
If anyone is missing a little bunny rabbit...I know where it is...er...was. It was hopping around the parking lot outside of the radio studio last night. By now it is most likely a brown, white, and red splatter on the pavement. But now at least you know where it is.
So, Dawson's Creek is on. No, it's not on TV at the moment, but it was taped and is now being watched by Christina. Why? I don't know. The show already cleared Aaron from the room because of the terrible use of introducing the plotline, the cheesy music, and....oh...wait...I'm probably offending like half of my dorm right now. I don't want to die...so maybe I'll say that the show...is...good. Sure it is. I just find it amusing how people get SO into it! Christina is about to cry right now....hehe. But people get SO into shows on TV. Now me...I don't get too into TV. I DO like SOME shows. For example, there is this section of shows on called Adult Swim. Those shows amuse me. When you can watch a show about a container of fries, a soda cup, and a glob of meet who are trying to foil a group of leprechans who are using a rainbow machine to steal people's shoes so they can take over a small part of the world? Or a show about a man who gets stuck under a soda machine and his friends are in Japan touring with a Japanese rock star so they can't help him as the soda machine shoots cans at his face and a scorpion attacks him but soon becomes his friend and defends him from the cleaning robot that has an evil streak. Now THAT is what I call entertainment.
So last night I bought some more Fritos. I only realized this when I got back to my room. I didn't even realize that I got more of them. Then I looked over and saw their giant logo on the bag, "I know what I like and I like FRITOS CORN CHIPS!" Wow, that is some pretty unabashed manipulative advertising. I mean, what if I DON'T like Fritos? Huh? Well, I do...but...that's beside the point. What if I didn't and they were telling me that I did? Or maybe I didn't like them and now I do because they told me that I liked them. Sumbliminal messages are everywhere! Ok, so text written on the side of a chip bag isn't really subliminal...but I'd like to think that they are using subversive advertising techniques to suck me into their corperate world.
I have to go. I'm off to make a copy of my movie I made to give to my brother...since he is in it. And then I'm driving to his place in Hollywood to hang out. We'll see a movie or something. So yeah...I'm going. I know that this post wasn't too cool or anything. But then again...neither am I...so it fits. I'll be writing more later. SEND ME STUFF TO PUT ON MY PAGE...LIKE POETRY! Mmm...poetry. I'll be back later. That's all for now. All your base are belong to us! Bye for now.
Friday, November 02, 2001
AHHHHH...stoopid internet! I had my latest post all typed up with links and everything...but nooo...internet explorer had to freak out on me and not let me publish it, and on top of that...it deleted the whole thing. Sigh~I'll just have to re-type it. I WILL get this on my site, despite the internet's evil ploy to keep me down. I...I will survive.
So I was on my way to the bathroom last night to get ready for bed...and Aaron (who must be studying mind control) handed me the Sega controller and turned on Sonic the Hedgehog (I'm not going to link to it again...I think I have enough links to that cursed game). Before I knew it I was sitting on a popcorn tin happily playing the game. I suddenly stopped to think about it. "Wait...I was going to go to sleep....what happened?" Like I said...it must be mind control. So I play Sonic until the wee hours of the morning. Instead of getting to sleep at like 12:00, it was like 2:30am or something. Ugh. So I get in bed and something like the following conversation takes place (I think we were dilerious):
Aaron: *singing* ""I'm leaving...on a jetplane..."
Grant: *singing* "Don't know when I'll be back again."
~silence~
Aaron: "I suddenly have the urge to sing that whole song."
Grant: "NOOOO!"
Ed: "Let's sing it then!"
Aaron: *singing* "So kiss me and smile for me..."
~Ed and Grant are trying to keep up with the lyrics they don't know and patiently wait for the chorus~
Aaron: *singing* "Tell me that you'll wait for me...hold me like you'll never let me go."
All: *singing* "I'm leaving...on a jetplane...don't know when I'll be back again...leaving on a jetplane...oh babe, I hate to go."
~silence~
Aaron: "REPEAT!"
Ed: "I have that song on an Aerosmith CD."
Grant: "I thought John Denver sang it."
Ed: "No, not an Aerosmith CD, the Armageddon soundtrack."
Grant: "Well, maybe he didn't originally sing it, but I know that John Denver sang it."
Aaron: "Well he is dead now, so he doesn't sing it anymore."
Grant: "I sing it."
Aaron: "But you're not John Denver."
Grant: "Yes I am.
Aaron: "YOU'RE NOT JOHN DENVER!"
Grant: "Yes I am, it's my secret identity."
Ed: "Yeah, just like I am Batman."
Aaron: "You're not Batman."
Grant: "I'M Batman!"
Aaron: "I am the werewolf."
Ed: "See, you're not really the werewolf."
Grant: "I'M the werewolf!"
And at this point the conversation kind of died. Or maybe I just gave in to the sleep that was beckoning me. All I know is that after that I woke up to my piercing alarm clock...my piercing alarm clock. I stared at my clock for a good 30 seconds hoping that the numbers were just the time I would be waking up and that in reality it was 11:00pm, time to go to bed and get much sleep. But staring did no good, it was still morning. Then I did a double take at my alarm clock that said, "7:40am" Now you might not find this interesting, but I do. You see, I set my clock for 7:30 every morning. And I don't remember waking up and pressing the snooze button. Scary. My fear is that I am much like The Narrator in Fight Club. Maybe I am not really sleeping by my alternate persona...just like Tyler Durden, is out wreaking havoc on the poor defenseless sleepy town of Orange. That would be why I am in such a state of non-rest every morning when I awake. I think I will set up a webcam so people can monitor me in the middle of the night to see what I am doing besides dreaming. The help would be appreciated.
Oh, speaking of dreaming. I have had some wacky dreams lately. A couple had to do with famous people. I was at a showing of Moulin Rouge and I saw, of all people, Christina Aguilera. And I knew, at least in my world, that she was the lead actress in Moulin Rouge, playing Satin. So I went up and talked to her and complimented her on her great acting in the movie. In another dream my friend Kevin and I were walking around and, of all people, Drew Barrymore walked up to us. Kevin was flirting with her, but she wasn't interested. So I talked to her and we became really good friends....in all of 30 seconds. Don't you love how dreams work? So we went back to my house and sat on my couch and watched TV. Then recently I had a dream about these guys who were playing bongos, but they weren't very good. So I got out my doumbek and played. Very well I might add. And the guys were very jealous of my doumbek with it's deep, rich bass sound. I felt special. I think I have a self-esteem problem. In my dreams famous people like me and random people are jealous of me. This could be a problem.
Oh, you have to listen to the music from The Blue Man Group. Check out those audio clips on the lower right hand of the screen. Mmm. I love percussion.
Random Note of the Day: Typing with a blister on the tip of your finger feels really funny. I wouldn't recommend trying it...but it feels funny.
Alright, I really need to clean my room now. The stuff piled around my chair is starting to form to the shape of my chair and harden making my once mobile chair impossible to move. And the other stuff on the floor, well I doubt it should be moving or giving off that stench, so I will attack it from a distance with some death in a can. I'll be updating more later...if I don't lose this battle with hygine. That's all. Bye for now.
So I was on my way to the bathroom last night to get ready for bed...and Aaron (who must be studying mind control) handed me the Sega controller and turned on Sonic the Hedgehog (I'm not going to link to it again...I think I have enough links to that cursed game). Before I knew it I was sitting on a popcorn tin happily playing the game. I suddenly stopped to think about it. "Wait...I was going to go to sleep....what happened?" Like I said...it must be mind control. So I play Sonic until the wee hours of the morning. Instead of getting to sleep at like 12:00, it was like 2:30am or something. Ugh. So I get in bed and something like the following conversation takes place (I think we were dilerious):
Aaron: *singing* ""I'm leaving...on a jetplane..."
Grant: *singing* "Don't know when I'll be back again."
~silence~
Aaron: "I suddenly have the urge to sing that whole song."
Grant: "NOOOO!"
Ed: "Let's sing it then!"
Aaron: *singing* "So kiss me and smile for me..."
~Ed and Grant are trying to keep up with the lyrics they don't know and patiently wait for the chorus~
Aaron: *singing* "Tell me that you'll wait for me...hold me like you'll never let me go."
All: *singing* "I'm leaving...on a jetplane...don't know when I'll be back again...leaving on a jetplane...oh babe, I hate to go."
~silence~
Aaron: "REPEAT!"
Ed: "I have that song on an Aerosmith CD."
Grant: "I thought John Denver sang it."
Ed: "No, not an Aerosmith CD, the Armageddon soundtrack."
Grant: "Well, maybe he didn't originally sing it, but I know that John Denver sang it."
Aaron: "Well he is dead now, so he doesn't sing it anymore."
Grant: "I sing it."
Aaron: "But you're not John Denver."
Grant: "Yes I am.
Aaron: "YOU'RE NOT JOHN DENVER!"
Grant: "Yes I am, it's my secret identity."
Ed: "Yeah, just like I am Batman."
Aaron: "You're not Batman."
Grant: "I'M Batman!"
Aaron: "I am the werewolf."
Ed: "See, you're not really the werewolf."
Grant: "I'M the werewolf!"
And at this point the conversation kind of died. Or maybe I just gave in to the sleep that was beckoning me. All I know is that after that I woke up to my piercing alarm clock...my piercing alarm clock. I stared at my clock for a good 30 seconds hoping that the numbers were just the time I would be waking up and that in reality it was 11:00pm, time to go to bed and get much sleep. But staring did no good, it was still morning. Then I did a double take at my alarm clock that said, "7:40am" Now you might not find this interesting, but I do. You see, I set my clock for 7:30 every morning. And I don't remember waking up and pressing the snooze button. Scary. My fear is that I am much like The Narrator in Fight Club. Maybe I am not really sleeping by my alternate persona...just like Tyler Durden, is out wreaking havoc on the poor defenseless sleepy town of Orange. That would be why I am in such a state of non-rest every morning when I awake. I think I will set up a webcam so people can monitor me in the middle of the night to see what I am doing besides dreaming. The help would be appreciated.
Oh, speaking of dreaming. I have had some wacky dreams lately. A couple had to do with famous people. I was at a showing of Moulin Rouge and I saw, of all people, Christina Aguilera. And I knew, at least in my world, that she was the lead actress in Moulin Rouge, playing Satin. So I went up and talked to her and complimented her on her great acting in the movie. In another dream my friend Kevin and I were walking around and, of all people, Drew Barrymore walked up to us. Kevin was flirting with her, but she wasn't interested. So I talked to her and we became really good friends....in all of 30 seconds. Don't you love how dreams work? So we went back to my house and sat on my couch and watched TV. Then recently I had a dream about these guys who were playing bongos, but they weren't very good. So I got out my doumbek and played. Very well I might add. And the guys were very jealous of my doumbek with it's deep, rich bass sound. I felt special. I think I have a self-esteem problem. In my dreams famous people like me and random people are jealous of me. This could be a problem.
Oh, you have to listen to the music from The Blue Man Group. Check out those audio clips on the lower right hand of the screen. Mmm. I love percussion.
Random Note of the Day: Typing with a blister on the tip of your finger feels really funny. I wouldn't recommend trying it...but it feels funny.
Alright, I really need to clean my room now. The stuff piled around my chair is starting to form to the shape of my chair and harden making my once mobile chair impossible to move. And the other stuff on the floor, well I doubt it should be moving or giving off that stench, so I will attack it from a distance with some death in a can. I'll be updating more later...if I don't lose this battle with hygine. That's all. Bye for now.
Thursday, November 01, 2001
I feel like such a nerd. Most college kids right now are out partying and getting drunk...but not Aaron and I. We went to this meeting on editing with some lady named Tina who edited Gremlins. We then proceed to go back to our room and partake in our respective activities (which we can normally be found partaking in). Aaron sat down to play some Sonic the Hedgehog (yes, he already beat one of the games, now it seems he is out to conquer the rest of the library of Sonic adventures). And I, being the wild and crazy guy I am...sat down at my computer to do nothing of any importance. I downloaded some music from Sonic the Hedgehog and found one of the greatest songs I have ever heard...They Call Me Sonic. Download it, I swear you will be a changed person forever...maybe even to the extent of this guy. So Aaron and I decide to go and check out this party that was going on in the other dorm building. We went down there not really sure what it would be like. We came up with the excuse that we were going to check out mail...just in case it looked dumb and we needed a good excuse to leave....something like, "Darn, I forgot my keys to check my mail" which was true since neither of us brought our keys. Well, the party looked pretty dull, and Aaron and I had the sudden realization that we don't really even LIKE parties in the first place, so we went back to our room. Then we made the realization that we were perfectly happy sitting in our room...Aaron playing Sonic and me eating Fritos and cheese sauce. (Does that "freshman 15" thing apply to guys too? If so I won't be skinny anymore VERY soon with my eating habits). I suddenly felt like such a dork. But you know what, I'm ok with it. I'm ok with being anti-social. Who needs friends? Not me. (ok ok, so that last link had nothing to do with me being anti-social and not having friends, but I found it amusing...sorry).
So I woke up this morning, stumbled into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and jumped in surprise. No, I didn't see that I had turned into an alien, I didn't find that someone had shaved my head bald while I was sleeping, but I DID see that my eyes looked all sunken in because the night before I didn't get all of the hellish makeup off my face. My face was also still a little more pale than normal (though that wasn't too noticeable, I'm pale as it is). I scrubbed at it for a while and then just gave up...I walked around the rest of the day with makeup on.
OOH, let's talk about my paleness. I think I am going to start my introductions differently from now on:
stranger: "Hi, I'm Bob, nice to meet you."
me: "Hi, I'm Grant, I'm pasty."
I think that it would break the ice. Don't you? I think it's because I'm like a third Irish. I'm one of those freckly people who, instead of getting tan just gets sunburnt and gets even MORE freckles. Life's not fair. And I am fare. Darn.
Alright, well...I really didn't have a reason to update my page. I think that this is going to be an addiction for when I am bored (or just procrastinating...like usual). Hey, I got a letter from someone who went to my page! That was SO cool! Yay! I think that I might start giving prizes for people who go to my page. Like a dollar. Or a new Audi TT Roadster. Maybe you'll be the lucky one. Better keep comming back to find out! (muwahahaha....another shameless ploy to gain traffic...I have no shame). I'll be updating more tomorrow most likely. I will most likely update every day until I figure out that it is a huge waste of time and I should be doing other things instead. But until then...enjoy my pointless banter. Bye for now.
p.s. GO TO MY PICTURES PAGE AND MY LINKS OVER THERE ON THE LEFT!!!!!!!!
So I woke up this morning, stumbled into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and jumped in surprise. No, I didn't see that I had turned into an alien, I didn't find that someone had shaved my head bald while I was sleeping, but I DID see that my eyes looked all sunken in because the night before I didn't get all of the hellish makeup off my face. My face was also still a little more pale than normal (though that wasn't too noticeable, I'm pale as it is). I scrubbed at it for a while and then just gave up...I walked around the rest of the day with makeup on.
OOH, let's talk about my paleness. I think I am going to start my introductions differently from now on:
stranger: "Hi, I'm Bob, nice to meet you."
me: "Hi, I'm Grant, I'm pasty."
I think that it would break the ice. Don't you? I think it's because I'm like a third Irish. I'm one of those freckly people who, instead of getting tan just gets sunburnt and gets even MORE freckles. Life's not fair. And I am fare. Darn.
Alright, well...I really didn't have a reason to update my page. I think that this is going to be an addiction for when I am bored (or just procrastinating...like usual). Hey, I got a letter from someone who went to my page! That was SO cool! Yay! I think that I might start giving prizes for people who go to my page. Like a dollar. Or a new Audi TT Roadster. Maybe you'll be the lucky one. Better keep comming back to find out! (muwahahaha....another shameless ploy to gain traffic...I have no shame). I'll be updating more tomorrow most likely. I will most likely update every day until I figure out that it is a huge waste of time and I should be doing other things instead. But until then...enjoy my pointless banter. Bye for now.
p.s. GO TO MY PICTURES PAGE AND MY LINKS OVER THERE ON THE LEFT!!!!!!!!
It's Thursday. The day after Halloween, and two days after Devil's Night, the eve of Halloween. I am trying to figure out what time I went to bed last night and I can't seem to remember. Now, this is not because I was out partying, no, not at all. Instead I dressed up like The Crow and took a walk under the full moon and tried to find little kids to scare. It seems I had the electrical tape wrapped around my torso too tight because it left nice red marks in my side where it was compressing my ribs and inhibitting me from breathing. And the makeup clung to my face and would NOT come off. Neither would the eyeliner...that stuff is tangible evidence of evil. I got some nice comments on my costume, though only one guy knew that I was supposed to be The Crow. Oh well, those uncultured people can't phase my self-esteem (ok, so not seeing the Crow doesn't quite warrant somene being given the title "uncultured"...oh well) I sat in my room and ate Fritos brand chips and cheese sauce. I had fun, ok? Just because I didn't go out and perform satanic rituals doesn't mean I didn't have fun.
Hey, check out the band Dashboard Confessional, they're really good.
So I was recently in Las Vegas with my dad. He was doing some work for a company, and they really like him so they said, "Hey, have a free, all expenses paid trip to Vegas!" And he said, "sure." (or something like that) So, we went to Vegas, were picked up in a limo bus, brought to the Four Seasons Resort, and brought to our room with a platter of cheese and wine. Mmmm. I love being treated like I am someone special, even when I know I'm not. We got to see The Blue Man Group that night. If you EVER have a chance to see them, fork over the $70 or so and go see them...they really do rock. We then had a chance to see "O" the water show of Cirque Du Soleil. Once more, if you EVER have the chance to see this show...do it. Fork over the...uh...well...$170 or so bucks a ticket (yeah, it's a little steep) and see it. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my life. Vegas is cool, except for it's Sodom-and-Gammorah-like ways with porn everywhere. It gets old after, oh, 5 seconds. (if not sooner). But hey, you gotta take the good with the bad.
The funny thing is, I don't know if anybody but Christina, Ed, and Aaron are looking at my page. I feel all alone. Maybe one day I will have a cult following just like Monty Python. Yay.
Alright, it's time to get started on my day. I need to get some pictures developed (and will post those soon for all you to see...scary). And I need to eat food. Just because you can see my ribs doesn't mean I am too skinny ok? I'll eat when I need to. And that is it for now. I am off to join the monotony of everyday life.
Hey, check out the band Dashboard Confessional, they're really good.
So I was recently in Las Vegas with my dad. He was doing some work for a company, and they really like him so they said, "Hey, have a free, all expenses paid trip to Vegas!" And he said, "sure." (or something like that) So, we went to Vegas, were picked up in a limo bus, brought to the Four Seasons Resort, and brought to our room with a platter of cheese and wine. Mmmm. I love being treated like I am someone special, even when I know I'm not. We got to see The Blue Man Group that night. If you EVER have a chance to see them, fork over the $70 or so and go see them...they really do rock. We then had a chance to see "O" the water show of Cirque Du Soleil. Once more, if you EVER have the chance to see this show...do it. Fork over the...uh...well...$170 or so bucks a ticket (yeah, it's a little steep) and see it. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my life. Vegas is cool, except for it's Sodom-and-Gammorah-like ways with porn everywhere. It gets old after, oh, 5 seconds. (if not sooner). But hey, you gotta take the good with the bad.
The funny thing is, I don't know if anybody but Christina, Ed, and Aaron are looking at my page. I feel all alone. Maybe one day I will have a cult following just like Monty Python. Yay.
Alright, it's time to get started on my day. I need to get some pictures developed (and will post those soon for all you to see...scary). And I need to eat food. Just because you can see my ribs doesn't mean I am too skinny ok? I'll eat when I need to. And that is it for now. I am off to join the monotony of everyday life.
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